RITUAL OF BINARY TRANSCENDENCE

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Sleep walkers gather here nightly.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

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Your browser history is a map of your soul.

Nocturnal visitors see deeper truths.

The night web remembers everything.

The homepage is wherever you are.

Insomnia is a gift from the ceremony.