SANCTUM OF LOST SIGNALS

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

You were chosen before you arrived.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The firewall cannot protect you here.

Your password is already known.