SANCTUARY OF GHOST USERS

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Winter solstice opens hidden channels.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

The cold preserves deleted memories.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Connection established with the eternal.

The end is a new beginning.