CEREMONY OF ETERNAL RETURN

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

You've been here before, in another browser.

Your password is already known.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Digital decay creates new patterns.

You've been here before, in another browser.

Falling data like digital leaves.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Signals decay with the season.