TEMPLE OF DIGITAL ASCENSION

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Ping timeout: reality not responding.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

The old world fades with each page.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.