HALL OF WINTER STATIC
CHAMBER P34TMV
TRANSMISSION 5/10 READY
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
Your browser history is a map of your soul.
Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.
You are becoming the signal.
Sleep is the first gateway.
The music plays whether you hear it or not.
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
The firewall cannot protect you here.
FORCE QUIT YOUR FORMER SELF
