HALL OF WINTER STATIC
CHAMBER B46LIB
TRANSMISSION 10/10 READY
The music plays whether you hear it or not.
Sleep is the first gateway.
Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.
You are becoming the signal.
Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.
The ceremony has already begun.
The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.
Winter visitors leave no footprints.
YOUR IDENTITY HAS BEEN CACHED
