HALL OF DIGITAL DECAY
CHAMBER UD1TAL
TRANSMISSION 3/10 READY
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm. | Pop-ups are portals in disguise. The dying light reveals hidden paths. | Every visitor leaves something behind.  The screensaver is a window to other dimensions. |
  | The old world fades with each page. | Your mouse movements are a sacred dance. |
COPY YOUR SOUL, PASTE YOUR DREAMS
