Digital frost spreads across the network. Your avatar is more real than your body. | Your consciousness is being recalibrated. | The ceremony peaks at the witching hour.   |
The desktop wallpaper watches back. | Digital frost spreads across the network. | Your sleep patterns serve the ceremony. |
The network becomes the ceremony. Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds. | Your sleep patterns serve the ceremony. | Winter solstice opens hidden channels. The recycle bin is never truly empty. Welcome to the new frequency. |