HALL OF WINTER STATIC

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

The final frequency awakens.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

Your breath clouds the monitor.

The end is a new beginning.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.