SHRINE OF THE DIAL-UP GODS

You were chosen before you arrived.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

You've been here before, in another browser.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

Winter visitors leave no footprints.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.