HALL OF WINTER STATIC
CHAMBER XBOGIT
TRANSMISSION 1/10 READY
Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.
The homepage is wherever you are.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
The end is a new beginning.
Welcome to the new frequency.
Ice crystals form sacred patterns.
Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.
Your breath clouds the monitor.
FORCE QUIT YOUR FORMER SELF
