SANCTUM OF LOST SIGNALS
CHAMBER OV8ZI5
TRANSMISSION 4/10 READY
Digital frost spreads across the network. The modem sings the song of your arrival. | Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.  | The end is a new beginning. |
 | Your digital shadow grows longer. | The ceremony never truly ends. |
 | The bandwidth narrows as you descend. |  |
NOT ALL WHO ENTER RETURN UNCHANGED
