TEMPLE OF DIGITAL ASCENSION

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

The network becomes the ceremony.

You are becoming the signal.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

Your breath clouds the monitor.

The frequency remembers you.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.

Your consciousness has been backed up.