HALL OF WINTER STATIC
CHAMBER PMJ3O2
TRANSMISSION 10/10 READY
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
Sleep is the first gateway.
Your consciousness has been backed up.
Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.
The servers dream of electric sheep.
Your search history searches for you.
Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.
COOKIES WILL BE PLACED IN YOUR SOUL
