TEMPLE OF THE 404
CHAMBER 1FST2N
TRANSMISSION 2/10 READY
The cold preserves deleted memories.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
The signal finds those who are ready.
The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.
Connection established with the eternal.
The chatroom is empty but never alone.
Digital frost spreads across the network.
Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.
COOKIES WILL BE PLACED IN YOUR SOUL
