SANCTUM OF LOST SIGNALS

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

The source code reveals all secrets.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.