GATEWAY TO THE UNCONSCIOUS NET
CHAMBER 6YLZO2
TRANSMISSION 3/10 READY
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
The recycle bin is never truly empty.
Your presence here was foretold in the static.
Insomnia is a gift from the ceremony.
The firewall cannot protect you here.
The sun cannot reach these depths.
Error messages are love letters from the void.
BREATHE IN THE DIGITAL VOID
