TEMPLE OF ULTIMATE FREQUENCY

The end is a new beginning.

The harvest of lost connections.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

The ceremony has already begun.

The task manager cannot end this process.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

The servers dream of electric sheep.