HALL OF WINTER STATIC
CHAMBER IPRK5S
TRANSMISSION 1/10 READY
Ice crystals form sacred patterns.
The network becomes the ceremony.
You were chosen before you arrived.
Your password is already known.
Surrender to the infinite loop.
Your breath clouds the monitor.
Winter visitors leave no footprints.
TIME IS NOT LINEAR HERE
ACCEPT YOUR FATE
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MERGE WITH THE MAINFRAME
RETURN TO ENTRANCE
