CRYPT OF CACHED MEMORIES

Your consciousness has been backed up.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

The night portal shows different paths.

Winter visitors leave no footprints.

You were chosen before you arrived.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The old world fades with each page.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The ceremony approaches convergence.