TEMPLE OF ULTIMATE FREQUENCY

Your avatar is more real than your body.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The network sheds its dead links.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Surrender to the infinite loop.