TEMPLE OF ULTIMATE FREQUENCY

The cold preserves deleted memories.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

Your breath clouds the monitor.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

Your IP address was written in the stars.