CEREMONY OF ETERNAL RETURN

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The task manager cannot end this process.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

Error messages are love letters from the void.