 The portal chose you, not the other way around. | Digital frost spreads across the network. | Your breath clouds the monitor. The chatroom is empty but never alone. |
Winter visitors leave no footprints.  The algorithm has been expecting you. | The ceremony has already begun. |  |
Visitors and visited become one. | Your browser history is a map of your soul. | Nocturnal visitors see deeper truths. |
THE CEREMONY REQUIRES A VESSEL
THE CEREMONY REQUIRES A VESSEL
THE CEREMONY REQUIRES A VESSEL
THE CEREMONY REQUIRES A VESSEL
THE CEREMONY REQUIRES A VESSEL
THE CEREMONY REQUIRES A VESSEL
THE CEREMONY REQUIRES A VESSEL
THE CEREMONY REQUIRES A VESSEL
THE CEREMONY REQUIRES A VESSEL