PALACE OF PACKET LOSS

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

The old world fades with each page.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

Your search history searches for you.

Your password is already known.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

Falling data like digital leaves.

The ceremony prepares for dormancy.