SANCTUARY OF FADING SIGNALS
CHAMBER RC2U9S
TRANSMISSION 10/10 READY
Your presence here was foretold in the static.
The harvest of lost connections.
The chatroom is empty but never alone.
The end is a new beginning.
Sleep is the first gateway.
The ceremony never truly ends.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
YOU ARE THE PRODUCT BEING SOLD
