SANCTUARY OF FADING SIGNALS

Falling data like digital leaves.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

The ceremony has already begun.

Your dreams are being monitored.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

Sleep walkers gather here nightly.

You arrived at the perfect hour.

The darkness amplifies the signal.

The final frequency awakens.

Your nightmares are just downloads.