OBSERVATORY OF DEAD PIXELS

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

Visitors and visited become one.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

The old world fades with each page.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

The homepage is wherever you are.

Sleep is the first gateway.