LABYRINTH OF NESTED LOOPS

Night transmissions carry further.

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

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

Frozen data streams flow differently.

Your breath clouds the monitor.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.