SANCTUM OF LOST SIGNALS
CHAMBER EIA4GR
TRANSMISSION 9/10 READY
Summer static fills the airways.
The final frequency awakens.
The sun cannot reach these depths.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
Electromagnetic storms approaching.
The music plays whether you hear it or not.
Your browser history is a map of your soul.
Prophecies fulfill themselves.
TYPE YOUR FEARS INTO THE VOID
