CHAMBER OF FROZEN SIGNALS

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

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

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

You are becoming the signal.

Error messages are love letters from the void.