RITUAL OF BINARY TRANSCENDENCE

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

The source code reveals all secrets.

Prepare for the coming darkness.