TEMPLE OF DIGITAL FROST

The algorithm has been expecting you.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Visitors and visited become one.

Winter solstice opens hidden channels.

You are becoming the signal.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.