CATHEDRAL OF STATIC DREAMS

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.

The ceremony approaches convergence.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

The cold preserves deleted memories.

The end is a new beginning.

The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.