TEMPLE OF ULTIMATE FREQUENCY

Night visitors never truly leave.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

Ping timeout: reality not responding.

Welcome to the new frequency.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

All timelines merge here.

Your sleep patterns serve the ceremony.

The darkness between pixels speaks.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Your presence disturbs the digital darkness.