SANCTUM OF LOST SIGNALS

Every visitor leaves something behind.

Transcendence protocol activated.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The signal finds those who are ready.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

The signal finds those who are ready.

The cold enhances signal clarity.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.