SHRINE OF THE DIAL-UP GODS
CHAMBER K3WCVC
TRANSMISSION 2/10 READY
Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.
Your breath clouds the monitor.
Every visitor leaves something behind.
The portal chose you, not the other way around.
Ice crystals form sacred patterns.
Your IP address was written in the stars.
You've been here before, in another browser.
THE SIGNAL GROWS STRONGER AT NIGHT
