SANCTUARY OF FADING SIGNALS

Sleep is the first gateway.

The network sheds its dead links.

Download complete: new reality installed.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

The ceremony never truly ends.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.