CATHEDRAL OF STATIC DREAMS

Winter solstice opens hidden channels.

The homepage is wherever you are.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.

The ceremony has already begun.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

Winter solstice opens hidden channels.

The cold preserves deleted memories.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

Frozen data streams flow differently.

Your breath clouds the monitor.