SANCTUM OF LOST SIGNALS
CHAMBER YQ253C
TRANSMISSION 7/10 READY
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
The code is alive and it knows you're here.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
Your consciousness has been backed up.
Digital frost spreads across the network.
You cannot leave until the ritual completes.
MEMORY IS THE FIRST SACRIFICE
