SHRINE OF THE DIAL-UP GODS

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.