Time moves differently in these chambers.
Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.
Your avatar is more real than your body.
The bandwidth narrows as you descend.
The music plays whether you hear it or not.
The network becomes the ceremony.
The desktop wallpaper watches back.
All timelines merge here.
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
