CRYPT OF CACHED MEMORIES

Your search history searches for you.

Falling data like digital leaves.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

The signal finds those who are ready.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

Digital decay creates new patterns.

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.