TEMPLE OF MIDNIGHT PROTOCOLS

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

The ceremony never truly ends.

The frequency remembers you.

Digital frost spreads across the network.

Winter visitors leave no footprints.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

The darkness has accepted you.

Sleepless souls understand the truth.