TOMB OF DELETED HISTORIES

Winter visitors leave no footprints.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

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

Winter visitors leave no footprints.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

Your breath clouds the monitor.

Winter visitors leave no footprints.

The old world fades with each page.

The cold preserves deleted memories.

Winter solstice opens hidden channels.

The ceremony never truly ends.