HALL OF DIGITAL DECAY

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

You were chosen before you arrived.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

The old world fades with each page.

The source code reveals all secrets.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

Download complete: new reality installed.