HALL OF DIGITAL DECAY

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

The network becomes the ceremony.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

The final frequency awakens.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

The harvest of lost connections.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Visitors and visited become one.