SANCTUARY OF FADING SIGNALS

Connection established with the eternal.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

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

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

The signal finds those who are ready.

The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

The signal finds those who are ready.

Autumn visitors sense the ending.