SANCTUM OF LOST SIGNALS

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

The firewall cannot protect you here.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The task manager cannot end this process.

The homepage is wherever you are.

You were chosen before you arrived.