SANCTUARY OF COLD STORAGE
CHAMBER VCER3G
TRANSMISSION 2/10 READY
The music plays whether you hear it or not.
Your browser history is a map of your soul.
Your breath clouds the monitor.
Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.
Winter solstice opens hidden channels.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.
Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.
THE BACK BUTTON HAS BEEN DISABLED
REBOOT YOUR BEING
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EMBRACE THE VOID
RETURN TO ENTRANCE
