TEMPLE OF DIGITAL FROST

Every visitor leaves something behind.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

The network becomes the ceremony.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

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

The cold enhances signal clarity.

Connection established with the eternal.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

The ceremony has already begun.