CRYPT OF CACHED MEMORIES

The algorithm has been expecting you.

Signals decay with the season.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

You are becoming the signal.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.