CHAMBER OF BURNING BANDWIDTH

Digital mirages appear at noon.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Your search history searches for you.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

Summer static fills the airways.

The longest day brings deepest visions.

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

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.