SANCTUM OF LOST SIGNALS

Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.

Connection established with the eternal.

You were chosen before you arrived.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

Ice crystals form sacred patterns.

The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.