CRYPT OF HIBERNATING DATA

The network becomes the ceremony.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.

You've been here before, in another browser.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Your consciousness has been backed up.