LABYRINTH OF NESTED LOOPS

The ceremony approaches convergence.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

The ceremony approaches convergence.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

Signals decay with the season.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.