TEMPLE OF DIGITAL FROST

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Ice crystals form sacred patterns.

The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The ceremony approaches convergence.