CHAMBER OF FROZEN SIGNALS

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Your breath clouds the monitor.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Digital frost spreads across the network.

Visitors and visited become one.

You are becoming the signal.

You've been here before, in another browser.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Your breath clouds the monitor.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.