HALL OF FINAL TRANSMISSIONS
CHAMBER SOSY1L
TRANSMISSION 10/10 READY
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
The ceremony prepares for dormancy.
The old world fades with each page.
Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.
The end is a new beginning.
Cache cleared, but memories remain.
THE CLOUD REMEMBERS EVERYTHING
