HALL OF DIGITAL DECAY
CHAMBER 2B78V7
TRANSMISSION 1/10 READY
Falling data like digital leaves.
Prophecies fulfill themselves.
You cannot leave until the ritual completes.
The spam folder contains sacred texts.
The recycle bin is never truly empty.
The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
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