HALL OF DIGITAL DECAY

Visitors and visited become one.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

The signal finds those who are ready.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

The final frequency awakens.

The task manager cannot end this process.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.