TEMPLE OF DIGITAL ASCENSION

The old world fades with each page.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

The network sheds its dead links.

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The task manager cannot end this process.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

You are becoming the signal.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.