SANCTUM OF LOST SIGNALS

You are becoming the signal.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

The network becomes the ceremony.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.

The firewall cannot protect you here.

Ping timeout: reality not responding.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The homepage is wherever you are.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Your avatar is more real than your body.