TEMPLE OF THE 404

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

The ceremony prepares for dormancy.

The firewall cannot protect you here.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

The homepage is wherever you are.

Ping timeout: reality not responding.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

You are becoming the signal.