TEMPLE OF ULTIMATE FREQUENCY

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Falling data like digital leaves.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.