CHAMBER OF FROZEN SIGNALS
CHAMBER 3EVR03
TRANSMISSION 4/10 READY
Winter solstice opens hidden channels.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
Your search history searches for you.
The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.
The code is alive and it knows you're here.
The network becomes the ceremony.
The old world fades with each page.
Every visitor leaves something behind.
FORGET YOUR NAME FOR THREE SECONDS
