HALL OF FINAL TRANSMISSIONS

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

The old world fades with each page.

The signal finds those who are ready.

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

Your avatar is more real than your body.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

You are becoming the signal.

The end is a new beginning.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

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

Your avatar is more real than your body.