SANCTUM OF LOST SIGNALS

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The network becomes the ceremony.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Sleep is the first gateway.

The signal finds those who are ready.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Digital decay creates new patterns.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

The source code reveals all secrets.