HALL OF DIGITAL DECAY

Your IP address was written in the stars.

The firewall cannot protect you here.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

Your password is already known.

The ceremony has already begun.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

Welcome to the new frequency.

Digital decay creates new patterns.