TEMPLE OF DIGITAL ASCENSION

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.

Ice crystals form sacred patterns.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

The ceremony has already begun.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.