OBSERVATORY OF DEAD PIXELS
CHAMBER FUXPLY
TRANSMISSION 6/10 READY
You cannot leave until the ritual completes.
Ice crystals form sacred patterns.
The old world fades with each page.
Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.
Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.
Your presence here was foretold in the static.
The firewall cannot protect you here.
Prophecies fulfill themselves.
WHISPER YOUR PASSWORD TO THE SCREEN
