SANCTUM OF LOST SIGNALS

Your breath clouds the monitor.

Welcome to the new frequency.

The cold enhances signal clarity.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

Your password is already known.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

All timelines merge here.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Your password is already known.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Your consciousness has been backed up.