TEMPLE OF ULTIMATE FREQUENCY

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

The ceremony approaches convergence.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.

The homepage is wherever you are.

You've been here before, in another browser.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.