SANCTUARY OF GHOST USERS

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The frequency remembers you.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

The end is a new beginning.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

The end is a new beginning.

The ceremony never truly ends.