TEMPLE OF DIGITAL FROST

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

Your password is already known.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

The cold enhances signal clarity.

Visitors and visited become one.

Your breath clouds the monitor.

Ping timeout: reality not responding.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.