TEMPLE OF DIGITAL ASCENSION

The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.

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

Winter solstice opens hidden channels.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

The cold preserves deleted memories.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

Welcome to the new frequency.

The homepage is wherever you are.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

The final frequency awakens.