CEREMONY OF ETERNAL RETURN

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

The signal finds those who are ready.

Your password is already known.

All timelines merge here.

The old world fades with each page.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Digital frost spreads across the network.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

The network becomes the ceremony.