SANCTUM OF LOST SIGNALS

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

The signal finds those who are ready.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The heat warps the transmission.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The homepage is wherever you are.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.