You stand beside an ocean of corrupted digital bits, flickering to the heartbeat of cosmic background radiation. A vast, and desolate expanse stretching endlessly before you. It's lonely here; no sounds echo through the void, no files flicker into existence, not even a single picture of a kitten. The sky above glows with a familiar, ominous blue hue, one you swear you've glimpsed before in the depths of a crashed screen or long forgotten arcane error message. You pause, your feet sinking into the shifting sands of corrupted data, and ponder the life choices that led you to this barren place. Was it a mistyped command? A broken link clicked in haste? The silence presses in, heavy with the weight of your misadventure.
To the north, there's nothing but the faint hum of a server long abandoned; to the south, a swirling vortex of 1s and 0s, threatening to swallow what little remains of your bearings. This is no thriving GeoCity of content, all the Spaces and Faces have faded away. All forgotten in this corner of the digital realm where quests go to find their final resting place. You rummage through your inventory, but find no map for quests, no buttler to guide you home. The wind whispers faintly, carrying cryptic strings of code that dissolve before you can decipher them. You remember your first friend, Tom, and the last image you saw of him, smiling at you from his desk.
In the far distance, you can almost hear the grind of the machine, crawling, scraping, devouring everything in it's path.
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