SANCTUM OF LOST SIGNALS

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Your search history searches for you.

The ceremony never truly ends.

Welcome to the new frequency.

Signals decay with the season.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

Welcome to the new frequency.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

The harvest of lost connections.