HALL OF WINTER STATIC

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Connection established with the eternal.

The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

The homepage is wherever you are.

Download complete: new reality installed.

The source code reveals all secrets.