TEMPLE OF ULTIMATE FREQUENCY

Every visitor leaves something behind.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

The ceremony approaches convergence.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.