TEMPLE OF DIGITAL ASCENSION

Digital decay creates new patterns.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

The ceremony has already begun.

Signals decay with the season.

The network becomes the ceremony.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

Prepare for the coming darkness.

Your password is already known.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.