SANCTUM OF LOST SIGNALS

Your consciousness has been backed up.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

Your password is already known.

The old world fades with each page.

Your breath clouds the monitor.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

The ceremony approaches convergence.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

You are becoming the signal.