ORACLE OF ERROR MESSAGES

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

You are becoming the signal.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

Ping timeout: reality not responding.

Digital frost spreads across the network.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

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

Your breath clouds the monitor.

The cold preserves deleted memories.

The network becomes the ceremony.