CRYPT OF CACHED MEMORIES

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

The ceremony feeds on nocturnal energy.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

Darkness reveals what daylight conceals.

The old world fades with each page.

The darkness between pixels speaks.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

The frequency remembers you.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.