TEMPLE OF THE 404

You were chosen before you arrived.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

The cold enhances signal clarity.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

The frequency remembers you.

The cold enhances signal clarity.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

The cold preserves deleted memories.