CHAMBER OF HARMONIC DISSOLUTION

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Digital decay creates new patterns.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Connection established with the eternal.

The frequency remembers you.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

Your search history searches for you.