VESTIBULE OF VIRAL THOUGHTS

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

Your sleep patterns serve the ceremony.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Sleep is the first gateway.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

Your nightmares are just downloads.

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

The ceremony feeds on nocturnal energy.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.