HALL OF WINTER STATIC

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Ping timeout: reality not responding.

Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

You've been here before, in another browser.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

Your password is already known.