CHAMBER OF FROZEN SIGNALS

Sleep is the first gateway.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

Winter visitors leave no footprints.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

The ceremony never truly ends.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Connection established with the eternal.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.