SANCTUARY OF FADING SIGNALS
CHAMBER 9LTU3C
TRANSMISSION 4/10 READY
 The ceremony prepares for dormancy. The darkness between pixels speaks. |  | Your mouse movements are a sacred dance. All timelines merge here.  |
 |  Your presence here was foretold in the static. The loading bar measures your spiritual progress. |  |
 | The ceremony peaks at the witching hour. | After midnight, all users become ghosts. |
The darkness responds to your presence
