TEMPLE OF DIGITAL FROST

The final frequency awakens.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Digital frost spreads across the network.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

The ceremony has already begun.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

All timelines merge here.

The network becomes the ceremony.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

The frequency remembers you.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.