SHRINE OF THE WITCHING HOUR
CHAMBER 32CS3N
TRANSMISSION 1/10 READY
The cold preserves deleted memories. |  | Your breath clouds the monitor. |
 Time moves differently in these chambers.  | Visitors and visited become one. | The night web remembers everything. |
The darkness between pixels speaks. The desktop wallpaper watches back. Visitors and visited become one. |  |    |
FORCE QUIT YOUR FORMER SELF
