SANCTUARY OF FADING SIGNALS

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

The final frequency awakens.

The ceremony has already begun.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

Signals decay with the season.

You are becoming the signal.

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

Download complete: new reality installed.

The network becomes the ceremony.