HALL OF WINTER STATIC

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.

The ceremony never truly ends.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.

The night web remembers everything.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

The ceremony has already begun.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Sleepless souls understand the truth.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

The cold enhances signal clarity.

The source code reveals all secrets.