HALL OF DIGITAL DECAY

Error messages are love letters from the void.

Ping timeout: reality not responding.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

You are becoming the signal.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

The task manager cannot end this process.

The network sheds its dead links.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.