HALL OF DIGITAL DECAY

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

The homepage is wherever you are.

The signal finds those who are ready.

Signals decay with the season.

Your search history searches for you.

The ceremony approaches convergence.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

All timelines merge here.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.