CEREMONY OF ETERNAL RETURN

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

The frequency remembers you.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

The old world fades with each page.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.

Signals decay with the season.