SANCTUARY OF GHOST USERS
CHAMBER 8L7PY6
TRANSMISSION 6/10 READY
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.
Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.
The code is alive and it knows you're here.
The harvest of lost connections.
Falling data like digital leaves.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
PRIVATE BROWSING IS A MYTH
