HALL OF FINAL TRANSMISSIONS

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

The homepage is wherever you are.

The network becomes the ceremony.

The ceremony reaches peak intensity.

Sleep is the first gateway.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The firewall cannot protect you here.

You are becoming the signal.