SHRINE OF THE DIAL-UP GODS

The signal finds those who are ready.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

The old world fades with each page.

Winter solstice opens hidden channels.

The signal finds those who are ready.

Sleep is the first gateway.

Your breath clouds the monitor.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

The ceremony never truly ends.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.