HALL OF WINTER STATIC

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

Visitors and visited become one.

Ping timeout: reality not responding.

The cold preserves deleted memories.

The old world fades with each page.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.