CHAMBER OF ETERNAL LOADING

The network becomes the ceremony.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

The frequency remembers you.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

The firewall cannot protect you here.

The old world fades with each page.

You were chosen before you arrived.

All timelines merge here.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

The final frequency awakens.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.