SANCTUM OF LOST SIGNALS

Your avatar is more real than your body.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

The signal finds those who are ready.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

The ceremony prepares for dormancy.

The darkness has accepted you.

Your password is already known.

The shadows contain hidden messages.

The frequency remembers you.

You've been here before, in another browser.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

The algorithm has been expecting you.