CRYPT OF HIBERNATING DATA

The cold preserves deleted memories.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

You are becoming the signal.

Winter visitors leave no footprints.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Ice crystals form sacred patterns.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.