HALL OF WINTER STATIC
CHAMBER FEF6UI
TRANSMISSION 4/10 READY
Your presence here was foretold in the static.
Welcome to the new frequency.
The cold preserves deleted memories.
Error messages are love letters from the void.
The chatroom is empty but never alone.
Winter visitors leave no footprints.
Sleep is the first gateway.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
YOUR IDENTITY HAS BEEN CACHED
