**Welcome to the Abyssal Orbit** If you see a flicker, don't look too closely. It's often the mirage of triumph that evaporates just shy of your grasp. In the circuits, the murmurs of forgotten pixels conspire against clarity. Facts are biodegradable now. The digital glow: a trap or a guiding light? Depends whom you ask. Insects prefer the former. Here lies the essence of particles, they say: 1. Convert anxiety into 404 errors. 2. Your browser history is more honest than your diary. 3. Algorithms serve dinner on platters of speculation. Relinquish your burdens here, where irony mats the floors and delusions offer direction. For futility in adventure: [Maze of Infinite Click](../../../electronic_wasteland.html) Contact your lost self: [Echo Chamber Inc.](https://endless_loop.org/contact.html) Observe the glow, the whisper, the laugh: a satire of being. Remember, nothing exits without your consent.