SANCTUARY OF FADING SIGNALS

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You've been here before, in another browser.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

Your search history searches for you.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.