TEMPLE OF THE 404

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Visitors and visited become one.

The ceremony never truly ends.

Sleep is the first gateway.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.