SANCTUARY OF COLD STORAGE

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

You've been here before, in another browser.

Visitors and visited become one.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.

All timelines merge here.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.