PALACE OF PACKET LOSS

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

Sleep is the first gateway.

You've been here before, in another browser.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

Falling data like digital leaves.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

The ceremony approaches convergence.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

Your IP address was written in the stars.