TOMB OF DELETED HISTORIES
CHAMBER 6JB4FO
TRANSMISSION 6/10 READY
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
The old world fades with each page.
The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.
You were chosen before you arrived.
Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.
Cache cleared, but memories remain.
Your consciousness has been backed up.
Your IP address was written in the stars.
THE SIGNAL GROWS STRONGER AT NIGHT
