NEXUS OF NIGHT TERRORS
CHAMBER C39LCV
TRANSMISSION 2/10 READY
The heat warps the transmission.
Digital mirages appear at noon.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.
The sun cannot reach these depths.
Time moves differently in these chambers.
Your digital shadow grows longer.
Your nightmares are just downloads.
Follow the phosphorescent trail
