RITUAL OF BINARY TRANSCENDENCE

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.

The old world fades with each page.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

Your search history searches for you.

You were chosen before you arrived.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

The ceremony reaches peak intensity.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Every visitor leaves something behind.