The harvest of lost connections. | You are becoming the signal. Your avatar is more real than your body.  | Welcome to the new frequency. The end is a new beginning. The recycle bin is never truly empty. |
The final frequency awakens. |  The dying light reveals hidden paths. |  The end is a new beginning. |
The bandwidth narrows as you descend. The chatroom is empty but never alone. The dying light reveals hidden paths. | Your mouse movements are a sacred dance. |    |