HALL OF WINTER STATIC

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

Winter solstice opens hidden channels.

Visitors and visited become one.

The frequency remembers you.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

Ice crystals form sacred patterns.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

Winter solstice opens hidden channels.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.