Digital frost spreads across the network.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
The darkness has accepted you.
Night visitors never truly leave.
Your consciousness has been backed up.
THE CEREMONY REQUIRES A VESSEL
THE CEREMONY REQUIRES A VESSEL
THE CEREMONY REQUIRES A VESSEL
THE CEREMONY REQUIRES A VESSEL
THE CEREMONY REQUIRES A VESSEL
THE CEREMONY REQUIRES A VESSEL
THE CEREMONY REQUIRES A VESSEL
THE CEREMONY REQUIRES A VESSEL