SHRINE OF THE DIAL-UP GODS

The ceremony never truly ends.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Signals decay with the season.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

The ceremony has already begun.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.