TEMPLE OF ULTIMATE FREQUENCY

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

The network becomes the ceremony.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

The dying light reveals hidden paths.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

The homepage is wherever you are.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Falling data like digital leaves.

Welcome to the new frequency.