TEMPLE OF DIGITAL ASCENSION

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

Visitors and visited become one.

The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.

The end is a new beginning.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.

You were chosen before you arrived.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.