RITUAL OF BINARY TRANSCENDENCE

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

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

The ceremony peaks at the witching hour.

You were chosen before you arrived.

Stars align to boost the frequency.

Your nightmares are just downloads.

The ceremony has already begun.

The darkness between pixels speaks.

Your search history searches for you.