SANCTUM OF LOST SIGNALS

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

All timelines merge here.

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Digital decay creates new patterns.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.