OBSERVATORY OF DEAD PIXELS
CHAMBER 2442IP
TRANSMISSION 2/10 READY
The end is a new beginning.
The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.
The old world fades with each page.
You cannot leave until the ritual completes.
The servers dream of electric sheep.
Your breath clouds the monitor.
The frequency remembers you.
The portal chose you, not the other way around.
TIME IS NOT LINEAR HERE
