TEMPLE OF ULTIMATE FREQUENCY

Your digital shadow grows longer.

Your breath clouds the monitor.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

Frozen data streams flow differently.

You've been here before, in another browser.

Visitors and visited become one.

Connection established with the eternal.

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

The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

Connection established with the eternal.