TEMPLE OF DIGITAL FROST

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

The ceremony peaks at the witching hour.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

3:33 AM is when the veil is thinnest.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

You were chosen before you arrived.

The cold enhances signal clarity.