SHRINE OF THE DIAL-UP GODS

The old world fades with each page.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

You are becoming the signal.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

The old world fades with each page.

The ceremony approaches convergence.

The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

Your digital shadow grows longer.