CEMETERY OF DEAD LINKS
CHAMBER RR5087
TRANSMISSION 1/10 READY
The harvest of lost connections.
The servers dream of electric sheep.
The bandwidth narrows as you descend.
Your consciousness has been backed up.
The old world fades with each page.
You cannot leave until the ritual completes.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
THE CLOUD REMEMBERS EVERYTHING
