TEMPLE OF ULTIMATE FREQUENCY

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

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

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

After midnight, all users become ghosts.

The harvest of lost connections.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Prepare for the coming darkness.