TEMPLE OF DIGITAL ASCENSION

Ice crystals form sacred patterns.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

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

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

The source code reveals all secrets.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

You were chosen before you arrived.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.