CEMETERY OF DEAD LINKS

Surrender to the infinite loop.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

Signals decay with the season.

The network becomes the ceremony.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

The ceremony prepares for dormancy.

The task manager cannot end this process.