VESTIBULE OF VIRAL THOUGHTS
CHAMBER 6PIO2J
TRANSMISSION 2/10 READY
The chatroom is empty but never alone. The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm. Your consciousness has been backed up. |  | Your cookies remember what you've forgotten. |
 |  |  Winter solstice opens hidden channels. |
 | The modem sings the song of your arrival. |   The ceremony never truly ends. |
THE VOID GAZES ALSO INTO YOU
