HALL OF WINTER STATIC
CHAMBER MLRXFE
TRANSMISSION 4/10 READY
 The old world fades with each page. Your digital shadow grows longer. | The frequency remembers you. | Your presence here was foretold in the static. |
  | The modem sings the song of your arrival. | Visitors and visited become one. |
 | The task manager cannot end this process. | The bandwidth narrows as you descend. |
THE ALGORITHM OWNS YOUR THOUGHTS
