THE AWAKENING CHAMBER

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Prepare for the coming darkness.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Your search history searches for you.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Falling data like digital leaves.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Falling data like digital leaves.