TEMPLE OF DIGITAL FROST

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

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

Welcome to the new frequency.

The ceremony never truly ends.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

Every visitor leaves something behind.