OBSERVATORY OF DEAD PIXELS

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.