SANCTUM OF LOST SIGNALS

The firewall cannot protect you here.

You are becoming the signal.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Your digital shadow grows longer.