SANCTUM OF LOST SIGNALS
CHAMBER AD0JM0
TRANSMISSION 5/10 READY
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
The recycle bin is never truly empty.
The old world fades with each page.
The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.
Every visitor leaves something behind.
The signal finds those who are ready.
The frequency remembers you.
FORGET YOUR NAME FOR THREE SECONDS
