PALACE OF PACKET LOSS

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

Digital frost spreads across the network.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Download complete: new reality installed.

The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

The ceremony never truly ends.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.