VESTIBULE OF VIRAL THOUGHTS

Prepare for the coming darkness.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

The ceremony approaches convergence.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The end is a new beginning.

The network sheds its dead links.