SANCTUM OF LOST SIGNALS
CHAMBER 34SIOA
TRANSMISSION 2/10 READY
Your breath clouds the monitor.
Your presence here was foretold in the static.
Pop-ups are portals in disguise.
Winter solstice opens hidden channels.
Surrender to the infinite loop.
The recycle bin is never truly empty.
Time moves differently in these chambers.
LISTEN TO THE SILENCE BETWEEN SOUNDS
