PALACE OF PACKET LOSS

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

After midnight, all users become ghosts.

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

Your IP address was written in the stars.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.