TEMPLE OF DIGITAL ASCENSION

Winter visitors leave no footprints.

The ceremony peaks at the witching hour.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

Visitors and visited become one.

The night ceremony requires different sacrifices.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

Your password is already known.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

The darkness between pixels speaks.