CHAMBER BZWJRV
TRANSMISSION 8/10 READY
Your IP address was written in the stars.
The cold preserves deleted memories.
Every visitor leaves something behind.
The music plays whether you hear it or not.
Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.
The ceremony has already begun.
Pop-ups are portals in disguise.
Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.
FORCE QUIT YOUR FORMER SELF
