CRYPT OF CACHED MEMORIES

You've been here before, in another browser.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

The task manager cannot end this process.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

Digital decay creates new patterns.