REFUGE OF RECURSIVE NIGHTMARES
CHAMBER FD5II2
TRANSMISSION 6/10 READY
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
The music plays whether you hear it or not.
Your presence here was foretold in the static.
Your screen resolution matches your aura.
The portal chose you, not the other way around.
Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.
You are becoming the signal.
The network sheds its dead links.
TIME IS NOT LINEAR HERE
 |  |  |  |