CHAMBER OF ETERNAL LOADING

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Sleep is the first gateway.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

You are becoming the signal.

You were chosen before you arrived.

Winter visitors leave no footprints.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The cold enhances signal clarity.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.