TEMPLE OF DIGITAL FROST

Your IP address was written in the stars.

You are becoming the signal.

All timelines merge here.

The ceremony never truly ends.

Winter visitors leave no footprints.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

Visitors and visited become one.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

The homepage is wherever you are.

The signal finds those who are ready.