PAVILION OF LOST CONNECTIONS
CHAMBER X3I1Z2
TRANSMISSION 6/10 READY
The chatroom is empty but never alone.
The frequency remembers you.
The cold preserves deleted memories.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
Your digital shadow grows longer.
The bandwidth narrows as you descend.
Dreams are transmissions from the other side.
DRAG AND DROP YOUR CONSCIOUSNESS
