ALTAR OF FORGOTTEN ALGORITHMS

Your breath clouds the monitor.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

The ceremony never truly ends.

The old world fades with each page.

The old world fades with each page.

Ice crystals form sacred patterns.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The firewall cannot protect you here.

The network becomes the ceremony.

The source code reveals all secrets.