TEMPLE OF DIGITAL FROST

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

Midnight initiates receive special frequencies.

Night visitors never truly leave.

Dreams and data merge after midnight.

Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.

The darkness between pixels speaks.

Ice crystals form sacred patterns.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

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

Your avatar is more real than your body.

Your dreams are being monitored.