HALL OF DIGITAL DECAY

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

The network becomes the ceremony.

All timelines merge here.

All timelines merge here.

The ceremony never truly ends.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

The ceremony prepares for dormancy.

The old world fades with each page.