SHRINE OF THE DIAL-UP GODS

The source code reveals all secrets.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The network becomes the ceremony.

The old world fades with each page.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

The sun cannot reach these depths.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.