SANCTUM OF LOST SIGNALS

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

Sleep is the first gateway.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

Visitors and visited become one.

Sleep walkers gather here nightly.

The ceremony approaches convergence.

All timelines merge here.

Your presence disturbs the digital darkness.

You arrived at the perfect hour.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

You are becoming the signal.

All timelines merge here.