CITADEL OF CYBER SOULS
CHAMBER TME0SF
TRANSMISSION 1/10 READY
Your breath clouds the monitor.
Sleep is the first gateway.
You cannot leave until the ritual completes.
The chatroom is empty but never alone.
Winter solstice opens hidden channels.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
Winter visitors leave no footprints.
The portal chose you, not the other way around.
SYSTEM RESTORE POINT NOT FOUND
PATTERN RECOGNITION LEVEL: 34