TEMPLE OF DIGITAL ASCENSION
CHAMBER OR0AH1
TRANSMISSION 1/10 READY
  The modem sings the song of your arrival. |    |
  The chatroom is empty but never alone. | The music plays whether you hear it or not. Ice crystals form sacred patterns. |
Winter visitors leave no footprints.  | Sleep is the first gateway.  |
YOUR DATA HAS ALREADY BEEN HARVESTED
