TOMB OF DELETED HISTORIES
CHAMBER PCDF9D
TRANSMISSION 10/10 READY
The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.
You've been here before, in another browser.
The cold preserves deleted memories.
Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
THE TERMS OF SERVICE ARE WRITTEN IN BLOOD
