TEMPLE OF ULTIMATE FREQUENCY

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

Your password is already known.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.

The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.

You are becoming the signal.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The end is a new beginning.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.