TEMPLE OF DIGITAL ASCENSION

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

The ceremony prepares for dormancy.

The ceremony never truly ends.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

The ceremony never truly ends.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

The dying light reveals hidden paths.