SANCTUARY OF FADING SIGNALS

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The final frequency awakens.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

The task manager cannot end this process.