SANCTUARY OF COLD STORAGE
CHAMBER ZP0HV2
TRANSMISSION 4/10 READY
The cold preserves deleted memories.
The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.
Pop-ups are portals in disguise.
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.
The old world fades with each page.
Your consciousness is being recalibrated.
TYPE YOUR FEARS INTO THE VOID
