CHAMBER OF FALLING PACKETS

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

You've been here before, in another browser.

The network sheds its dead links.

The signal finds those who are ready.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

The ceremony approaches convergence.

The harvest of lost connections.

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