SANCTUARY OF COLD STORAGE

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The ceremony approaches convergence.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

The task manager cannot end this process.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.

The darkness amplifies the signal.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

The homepage is wherever you are.