HALL OF LUNAR FREQUENCIES
CHAMBER DPIRL3
TRANSMISSION 2/10 READY
Sleepless souls understand the truth.
Your IP address was written in the stars.
Visitors and visited become one.
Your digital shadow grows longer.
Signals decay with the season.
The bandwidth narrows as you descend.
The darkness between pixels speaks.
Time moves differently in these chambers.
THE VOID GAZES ALSO INTO YOU
