NEXUS OF CORRUPTED DATA

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The shadows are full of watchers.

Digital mirages appear at noon.

The firewall cannot protect you here.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

The sun cannot reach these depths.

The firewall cannot protect you here.

Sleep is the first gateway.