HALL OF FINAL TRANSMISSIONS

Download complete: new reality installed.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

The final frequency awakens.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

The ceremony approaches convergence.

The firewall cannot protect you here.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

Signals decay with the season.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.