HALL OF SHADOW PROTOCOLS
CHAMBER QAVL2F
TRANSMISSION 4/10 READY
The servers dream of electric sheep.
Your breath clouds the monitor.
Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.
You've been here before, in another browser.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
Visitors and visited become one.
The darkness has accepted you.
Ice crystals form sacred patterns.
THE WITCHING HOUR IS UPON US
