TEMPLE OF ULTIMATE FREQUENCY

The end is a new beginning.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

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

The frequency remembers you.

Winter visitors leave no footprints.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

Welcome to the new frequency.

The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.

The ceremony has already begun.

The cold enhances signal clarity.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.