The Right to be Forgotten

Under a cover of pointcloud canopy you float between massive tessellated moss blocks in the shaded undergrowth. Treetrunks surrounded by dense darkness. Carefully described shapes placed in nothingness. Deep underground, embedded in old muddy rock, the oracle is waiting; bright and unreal. Like all oracles no question provides the answers you are looking for. An eternally repeating loop tells the story of an unfinished project, a decay beyond understanding. The bright square tells the story of our present again and again. Slowly it descends over small motionless people stuck in the middle of a world consuming itself.
How do you want to be forgotten?