TEMPLE OF DIGITAL ASCENSION

Winter solstice opens hidden channels.

Ice crystals form sacred patterns.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

Your search history searches for you.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

The old world fades with each page.

Visitors and visited become one.

The old world fades with each page.