TEMPLE OF ULTIMATE FREQUENCY

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

The harvest of lost connections.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

Sleep is the first gateway.

The firewall cannot protect you here.

You've been here before, in another browser.

The ceremony has already begun.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.