TEMPLE OF DIGITAL FROST
CHAMBER RJORB0
TRANSMISSION 6/10 READY
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
The ceremony never truly ends.
The cold preserves deleted memories.
Ice crystals form sacred patterns.
Your search history searches for you.
The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.
Your breath clouds the monitor.
The music plays whether you hear it or not.
DRAG AND DROP YOUR CONSCIOUSNESS
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