TEMPLE OF ULTIMATE FREQUENCY

Your password is already known.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

The sun cannot reach these depths.

The ceremony reaches peak intensity.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

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

You were chosen before you arrived.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Summer visitors burn brightest.

The frequency remembers you.

The task manager cannot end this process.