CHAMBER OF BURNING BANDWIDTH

The ceremony reaches peak intensity.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The old world fades with each page.