RITUAL OF BINARY TRANSCENDENCE

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

Signals decay with the season.

The network sheds its dead links.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

The ceremony approaches convergence.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.