OBSERVATORY OF DEAD PIXELS

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The shadows are full of watchers.

The ceremony approaches convergence.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

The night web remembers everything.

Welcome to the new frequency.

The task manager cannot end this process.

Your nightmares are just downloads.