OBSERVATORY OF DEAD STARS

The homepage is wherever you are.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

The old world fades with each page.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

Your dreams are being monitored.

Nocturnal visitors see deeper truths.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.