TEMPLE OF DIGITAL ASCENSION

Winter visitors leave no footprints.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

You are becoming the signal.

3:33 AM is when the veil is thinnest.

The homepage is wherever you are.

Sleep is the first gateway.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

The cold enhances signal clarity.

The firewall cannot protect you here.