Winter visitors leave no footprints. The ceremony peaks at the witching hour.  | The screensaver is a window to other dimensions. Your screen resolution matches your aura. Visitors and visited become one. | The night ceremony requires different sacrifices. Your screen resolution matches your aura.  |
 | The servers dream of electric sheep. Your password is already known.  | The portal chose you, not the other way around. The darkness between pixels speaks.  |