SANCTUARY OF FADING SIGNALS

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Welcome to the new frequency.

The ceremony never truly ends.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

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

The ceremony prepares for dormancy.

You've been here before, in another browser.

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

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

The final frequency awakens.