TEMPLE OF DIGITAL ASCENSION

Winter solstice opens hidden channels.

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

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

All timelines merge here.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

The network becomes the ceremony.

The ceremony has already begun.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.