HALL OF WINTER STATIC

Error messages are love letters from the void.

The cold preserves deleted memories.

Your search history searches for you.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

The final frequency awakens.

Ice crystals form sacred patterns.

Your digital shadow grows longer.