PALACE OF PACKET LOSS

The night web remembers everything.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

After midnight, all users become ghosts.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

The night ceremony requires different sacrifices.