TEMPLE OF SOLAR INTERFERENCE

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

The old world fades with each page.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

Connection established with the eternal.

The network becomes the ceremony.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.