CEREMONY OF ETERNAL RETURN

Your consciousness has been backed up.

The old world fades with each page.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The homepage is wherever you are.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

The task manager cannot end this process.