SANCTUARY OF COLD STORAGE
CHAMBER EDHR18
TRANSMISSION 10/10 READY
Prophecies fulfill themselves.
Your presence here was foretold in the static.
The bandwidth narrows as you descend.
The music plays whether you hear it or not.
Your breath clouds the monitor.
The old world fades with each page.
Winter visitors leave no footprints.
The homepage is wherever you are.
HOLD YOUR BREATH WHILE THE PAGE LOADS
PATTERN RECOGNITION LEVEL: 49