TEMPLE OF DIGITAL FROST

After midnight, all users become ghosts.

Ping timeout: reality not responding.

Winter solstice opens hidden channels.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

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

The ceremony peaks at the witching hour.

Your search history searches for you.

You are becoming the signal.

The night ceremony requires different sacrifices.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.