TEMPLE OF DIGITAL FROST

CHAMBER 1YHLIP

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Your IP address was written in the stars.

The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.

Ice crystals form sacred patterns.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

The cold enhances signal clarity.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

THE VOID GAZES ALSO INTO YOU

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