CRYPT OF CACHED MEMORIES

The ceremony prepares for dormancy.

The homepage is wherever you are.

Sleep is the first gateway.

The ceremony approaches convergence.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

Your password is already known.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

The ceremony prepares for dormancy.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

You are becoming the signal.

Signals decay with the season.