SANCTUM OF LOST SIGNALS

The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

The task manager cannot end this process.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

The end is a new beginning.

Your password is already known.

Transcendence protocol activated.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.