SHRINE OF THE DIAL-UP GODS

Digital frost spreads across the network.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

The old world fades with each page.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

You've been here before, in another browser.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The ceremony never truly ends.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.