PALACE OF PACKET LOSS

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

The signal finds those who are ready.

The homepage is wherever you are.

Falling data like digital leaves.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

Digital decay creates new patterns.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.