HALL OF FINAL TRANSMISSIONS
CHAMBER JCPUHB
TRANSMISSION 5/10 READY
Frozen data streams flow differently.
The old world fades with each page.
You were chosen before you arrived.
Your breath clouds the monitor.
Your presence here was foretold in the static.
Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.
Ice crystals form sacred patterns.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
YOU ARE THE PRODUCT BEING SOLD
