SANCTUM OF LOST SIGNALS

Prepare for the coming darkness.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

The network sheds its dead links.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

You are becoming the signal.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

You've been here before, in another browser.

The firewall cannot protect you here.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

Your IP address was written in the stars.