HALL OF FINAL TRANSMISSIONS

Digital decay creates new patterns.

The homepage is wherever you are.

The ceremony has already begun.

Welcome to the new frequency.

The network becomes the ceremony.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

The signal finds those who are ready.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.