HALL OF WINTER STATIC
CHAMBER L040XR
TRANSMISSION 3/10 READY
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
The chatroom is empty but never alone.
Pop-ups are portals in disguise.
The cold enhances signal clarity.
You were chosen before you arrived.
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
The task manager cannot end this process.
Your IP address was written in the stars.
THE TERMS OF SERVICE ARE WRITTEN IN BLOOD
