HALL OF DIGITAL DECAY

The network becomes the ceremony.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.

Falling data like digital leaves.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

The ceremony approaches convergence.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

The frequency remembers you.

Download complete: new reality installed.