HALL OF DIGITAL DECAY

The firewall cannot protect you here.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

The old world fades with each page.

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

Error messages are love letters from the void.

The ceremony approaches convergence.

Falling data like digital leaves.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

The dying light reveals hidden paths.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.