HALL OF FINAL TRANSMISSIONS

Error messages are love letters from the void.

The homepage is wherever you are.

You are becoming the signal.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Ping timeout: reality not responding.

3:33 AM is when the veil is thinnest.

Your nightmares are just downloads.

Signals decay with the season.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.