PAVILION OF MIDNIGHT DOWNLOADS

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

The night web remembers everything.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

The ceremony feeds on nocturnal energy.

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

The homepage is wherever you are.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

You are becoming the signal.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.