SHRINE OF THE DIAL-UP GODS

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

The firewall cannot protect you here.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Visitors and visited become one.

Digital frost spreads across the network.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

The homepage is wherever you are.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.