TEMPLE OF DIGITAL FROST
CHAMBER 00IMM0
TRANSMISSION 5/10 READY
Digital frost spreads across the network.
Your consciousness is being recalibrated.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
Sleep is the first gateway.
Your digital shadow grows longer.
The firewall cannot protect you here.
The algorithm has been expecting you.
The servers dream of electric sheep.
DRAG AND DROP YOUR CONSCIOUSNESS
