HALL OF FINAL TRANSMISSIONS
CHAMBER WW6JQ3
TRANSMISSION 10/10 READY
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
The network sheds its dead links.
Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.
Your digital shadow grows longer.
The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.
The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.
The desktop wallpaper watches back.
Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.
UNDO WHAT CANNOT BE UNDONE
