SANCTUARY OF COLD STORAGE
CHAMBER AB96IN
TRANSMISSION 2/10 READY
  | The cold preserves deleted memories. | Dreams are transmissions from the other side. |
Your breath clouds the monitor. |  | The end is a new beginning. |
Frozen frequencies pierce the veil. | Sleep walkers gather here nightly. |  |
SOME DOORS CANNOT BE CLOSED
PURSUE THE MIDNIGHT FREQUENCY | DESCEND INTO DARKER CHAMBERS