HALL OF WINTER STATIC
CHAMBER YPYHML
TRANSMISSION 7/10 READY
The ceremony never truly ends.
Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.
Your consciousness has been backed up.
Winter solstice opens hidden channels.
The spam folder contains sacred texts.
The old world fades with each page.
Digital frost spreads across the network.
The desktop wallpaper watches back.
YOUR SESSION HAS NO EXPIRATION
