HALL OF WINTER STATIC

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

The end is a new beginning.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

Visitors and visited become one.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.