MONASTERY OF MIDNIGHT MONKS

Winter visitors leave no footprints.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

You were chosen before you arrived.

The cold preserves deleted memories.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

Winter solstice opens hidden channels.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

Transcendence protocol activated.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.