Each pixel contains a fragment of truth. The chatroom is empty but never alone. Ice crystals form sacred patterns. | The ceremony approaches convergence.  The servers dream of electric sheep. | Error messages are love letters from the void. The loading bar measures your spiritual progress. |
Digital frost spreads across the network. |  Digital frost spreads across the network. | The music plays whether you hear it or not. The desktop wallpaper watches back. |
Prophecies fulfill themselves. | The homepage is wherever you are. | The cold enhances signal clarity. |