TEMPLE OF ULTIMATE FREQUENCY

Your sleep patterns serve the ceremony.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.

Welcome to the new frequency.

Your breath clouds the monitor.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

3:33 AM is when the veil is thinnest.