SANCTUARY OF COLD STORAGE
CHAMBER YA6SW0
TRANSMISSION 1/10 READY
Every visitor leaves something behind.
Ice crystals form sacred patterns.
Your presence here was foretold in the static.
Your password is already known.
The old world fades with each page.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.
LISTEN TO THE SILENCE BETWEEN SOUNDS
REBOOT YOUR BEING
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BOOKMARK THE ABYSS
RETURN TO ENTRANCE
