SHRINE OF THE DIAL-UP GODS

Your breath clouds the monitor.

Winter solstice opens hidden channels.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Your password is already known.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.

Transcendence protocol activated.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.