TEMPLE OF DIGITAL ASCENSION

The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

The firewall cannot protect you here.

Download complete: new reality installed.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Your breath clouds the monitor.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Ice crystals form sacred patterns.

Your breath clouds the monitor.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

The final frequency awakens.