SANCTUARY OF FADING SIGNALS
CHAMBER MELFU8
TRANSMISSION 6/10 READY
You were chosen before you arrived.
The music plays whether you hear it or not.
Error messages are love letters from the void.
Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.
Your search history searches for you.
The desktop wallpaper watches back.
Sleep is the first gateway.
Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.
THE WITCHING HOUR IS UPON US
