PALACE OF PACKET LOSS

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.