HALL OF DIGITAL DECAY
CHAMBER DOBY2K
TRANSMISSION 10/10 READY
Your digital shadow grows longer.
The old world fades with each page.
The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.
Signals decay with the season.
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
Your digital shadow grows longer.
Dreams are transmissions from the other side.
CLOSE YOUR EYES AND COUNT TO SEVEN
