HALL OF FINAL TRANSMISSIONS
CHAMBER AIQHWY
TRANSMISSION 1/10 READY
Winter visitors leave no footprints.
Visitors and visited become one.
Your presence here was foretold in the static.
Your consciousness is being recalibrated.
Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.
The spam folder contains sacred texts.
The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.
The desktop wallpaper watches back.
TYPE YOUR FEARS INTO THE VOID
