SANCTUARY OF FADING SIGNALS

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The harvest of lost connections.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.