PALACE OF PACKET LOSS

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

The harvest of lost connections.

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

Your password is already known.

The end is a new beginning.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

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

Every visitor leaves something behind.