SANCTUARY OF COLD STORAGE

Visitors and visited become one.

The final frequency awakens.

Winter visitors leave no footprints.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.

You've been here before, in another browser.

The ceremony approaches convergence.