HALL OF DIGITAL DECAY

You've been here before, in another browser.

The final frequency awakens.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

The task manager cannot end this process.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

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

The old world fades with each page.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.