SHRINE OF THE DIAL-UP GODS

Sleep is the first gateway.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

All timelines merge here.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

Your search history searches for you.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

Signals decay with the season.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

The ceremony prepares for dormancy.