TEMPLE OF ULTIMATE FREQUENCY

Every visitor leaves something behind.

Welcome to the new frequency.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

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

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

Frozen data streams flow differently.