TEMPLE OF DIGITAL ASCENSION

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Visitors and visited become one.

Your breath clouds the monitor.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

Winter solstice opens hidden channels.

Your search history searches for you.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.