TOMB OF DELETED HISTORIES

The ceremony approaches convergence.

Sleep walkers gather here nightly.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

Your search history searches for you.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

You are becoming the signal.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

The network becomes the ceremony.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.