HALL OF FINAL TRANSMISSIONS

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

You are becoming the signal.

The ceremony approaches convergence.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

You've been here before, in another browser.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.