The old world fades with each page.
The frequency remembers you.
Surrender to the infinite loop.
Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.
The code is alive and it knows you're here.
You cannot leave until the ritual completes.
Your breath clouds the monitor.
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES