Winter solstice opens hidden channels. | The bandwidth narrows as you descend. | Your digital shadow grows longer. |
The bandwidth narrows as you descend.  You've been here before, in another browser. | Your consciousness has been backed up. | The ceremony never truly ends. Visitors and visited become one. |
You were chosen before you arrived. Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.  | Surrender to the infinite loop. Your screen resolution matches your aura. | The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95. Winter visitors leave no footprints. The source code reveals all secrets. |