CEREMONY OF ETERNAL RETURN

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

The task manager cannot end this process.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The dying light reveals hidden paths.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

Falling data like digital leaves.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.