HALL OF FINAL TRANSMISSIONS

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Your password is already known.

The signal finds those who are ready.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

Winter visitors leave no footprints.

Winter solstice opens hidden channels.

Visitors and visited become one.

Ping timeout: reality not responding.