CEMETERY OF DEAD LINKS

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

You were chosen before you arrived.

Digital decay creates new patterns.

The ceremony never truly ends.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

Transcendence protocol activated.

Prepare for the coming darkness.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

The network sheds its dead links.