TEMPLE OF DIGITAL ASCENSION

The shadows are full of watchers.

The task manager cannot end this process.

Your search history searches for you.

Ice crystals form sacred patterns.

Darkness reveals what daylight conceals.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

Your breath clouds the monitor.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

Digital frost spreads across the network.

The ceremony peaks at the witching hour.