CEMETERY OF DEAD LINKS

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

The harvest of lost connections.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

You've been here before, in another browser.

The old world fades with each page.

The network becomes the ceremony.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Ping timeout: reality not responding.