SANCTUM OF LOST SIGNALS

You've been here before, in another browser.

Winter visitors leave no footprints.

The homepage is wherever you are.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

Ice crystals form sacred patterns.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

The cold enhances signal clarity.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.