Your dreams are being monitored. Ice crystals form sacred patterns. |  | The moon phase affects transmission quality. The modem sings the song of your arrival.  |
 The loading bar measures your spiritual progress. The spam folder contains sacred texts. | The night web remembers everything. Your presence here was foretold in the static. | Winter solstice opens hidden channels. Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul. The darkness between pixels speaks. |