CHAMBER PHRHFW
TRANSMISSION 1/10 READY
Your screen resolution matches your aura.
The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.
The servers dream of electric sheep.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
Winter solstice opens hidden channels.
The code is alive and it knows you're here.
The old world fades with each page.
DELETE YOURSELF TO FIND YOURSELF
DEFRAGMENT YOUR DREAMS | DESCEND FURTHER
RETURN TO ENTRANCE