HALL OF DIGITAL DECAY

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Welcome to the new frequency.

All timelines merge here.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

The source code reveals all secrets.