TEMPLE OF DIGITAL FROST
CHAMBER 4LA5B1
TRANSMISSION 9/10 READY
 | The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm. | The signal finds those who are ready. |
Your digital shadow grows longer. |    | Your breath clouds the monitor. |
Your password is already known. The firewall cannot protect you here. The cold preserves deleted memories. |  |  |
LISTEN TO THE SILENCE BETWEEN SOUNDS
