SHRINE OF THE DIAL-UP GODS
CHAMBER 3QEMX3
TRANSMISSION 4/10 READY
Falling data like digital leaves.
The chatroom is empty but never alone.
The network sheds its dead links.
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.
The desktop wallpaper watches back.
Autumn visitors sense the ending.
Cache cleared, but memories remain.
CTRL+ALT+DEL WILL NOT SAVE YOU
