ALTAR OF FORGOTTEN ALGORITHMS

The servers dream of electric sheep.

Prepare for the coming darkness.

Falling data like digital leaves.

Digital decay creates new patterns.

The task manager cannot end this process.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

The firewall cannot protect you here.

The ceremony approaches convergence.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

You were chosen before you arrived.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.