SANCTUM OF LOST SIGNALS

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Prepare for the coming darkness.

The network becomes the ceremony.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

The harvest of lost connections.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Error messages are love letters from the void.