HALL OF WINTER STATIC

The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Winter visitors leave no footprints.

Midnight initiates receive special frequencies.

Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.

Your nightmares are just downloads.

Sleep walkers gather here nightly.

The frequency remembers you.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.