CHAMBER OF HARMONIC DISSOLUTION

Winter visitors leave no footprints.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

You've been here before, in another browser.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.

Winter visitors leave no footprints.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.