HALL OF DIGITAL DECAY
CHAMBER S3JEQ3
TRANSMISSION 6/10 READY
Your presence here was foretold in the static.
Your digital shadow grows longer.
Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.
Your search history searches for you.
The ceremony approaches convergence.
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
Cache cleared, but memories remain.
The recycle bin is never truly empty.
TYPE YOUR FEARS INTO THE VOID
