HALL OF FINAL TRANSMISSIONS

The ceremony has already begun.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

Your password is already known.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

The harvest of lost connections.

Welcome to the new frequency.

Your digital shadow grows longer.