CHAMBER OF FALLING PACKETS

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

The network becomes the ceremony.

Your search history searches for you.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Transcendence protocol activated.

The end is a new beginning.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

The dying light reveals hidden paths.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

Your consciousness has been backed up.