SANCTUARY OF COLD STORAGE

Your search history searches for you.

The end is a new beginning.

Visitors and visited become one.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Digital frost spreads across the network.

Frozen data streams flow differently.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

The frequency remembers you.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

The cold preserves deleted memories.