HALL OF DIGITAL DECAY

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.