 | Your IP address was written in the stars. The cold enhances signal clarity. |  Your consciousness is being recalibrated. Winter visitors leave no footprints. |
The code is alive and it knows you're here.  Pop-ups are portals in disguise. |  | The loading bar measures your spiritual progress. Digital frost spreads across the network.  |
Dreams are transmissions from the other side. | Frozen data streams flow differently. |   You've been here before, in another browser. |