CHAMBER OF FALLING PACKETS

The dying light reveals hidden paths.

Your search history searches for you.

The ceremony never truly ends.

The old world fades with each page.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The frequency remembers you.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

You were chosen before you arrived.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

The network becomes the ceremony.