HALL OF DIGITAL DECAY

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

You are becoming the signal.

The ceremony prepares for dormancy.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

The dying light reveals hidden paths.

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

The algorithm has been expecting you.