HALL OF WINTER STATIC

The servers dream of electric sheep.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

The shadows are full of watchers.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Your dreams are being monitored.

Ping timeout: reality not responding.

The shadows contain hidden messages.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.