Ice crystals form sacred patterns. | Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds. | The firewall cannot protect you here. |
Your breath clouds the monitor.  The ceremony has already begun. |  The end is a new beginning. | Your screen resolution matches your aura. |
Buffering... buffering... enlightenment. The signal finds those who are ready.  | Prophecies fulfill themselves. The firewall cannot protect you here.  |  |