TEMPLE OF ULTIMATE FREQUENCY

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

The ceremony has already begun.

Digital frost spreads across the network.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Ice crystals form sacred patterns.

Digital frost spreads across the network.

You are becoming the signal.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.