SHRINE OF THE DIAL-UP GODS
CHAMBER NIABSB
TRANSMISSION 1/10 READY
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.
Every visitor leaves something behind.
Your breath clouds the monitor.
Sleep is the first gateway.
The old world fades with each page.
The source code reveals all secrets.
CTRL+ALT+DEL WILL NOT SAVE YOU
