 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. |  |