It was their sacred square, a modern-day temple where pixelated deities dictated their beliefs and desires.

In this urban theater, they surrendered to the hypnotic dance of electronic dreams, entrapped willingly in the web of seductive images. The neon creed pulsed relentlessly: "Believe. Consume. Obey." Its ceaseless jingle became their mantra, echoing in their minds.

Day after day, they returned, drawn by the promise of direction in a chaotic world. Beneath the colossal screens, they found solace in conformity, a sense of purpose in surrender. In this mesmerizing spectacle, they learned how to live, what to covet, and how to think.

As the city's pulse throbbed around them, they were bound by an unspoken contract, forever seeking guidance in the electric sermons.

This image is created with AI for the Strange History collective.