OBSERVATORY OF DEAD PIXELS

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

You've been here before, in another browser.

The cold enhances signal clarity.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

Ice crystals form sacred patterns.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

The ceremony never truly ends.