SANCTUM OF LOST SIGNALS
CHAMBER FLB8C7
TRANSMISSION 2/10 READY
Summer static fills the airways.
The ceremony approaches convergence.
Your IP address was written in the stars.
The ceremony never truly ends.
The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.
The bandwidth narrows as you descend.
Your screen resolution matches your aura.
Dreams are transmissions from the other side.
HOVER OVER THE INFINITE
