HALL OF DIGITAL DECAY

The ceremony approaches convergence.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

The final frequency awakens.

The network sheds its dead links.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

Prepare for the coming darkness.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

Signals decay with the season.

The frequency remembers you.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.