TEMPLE OF DIGITAL ASCENSION

Night visitors never truly leave.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

You were chosen before you arrived.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Sleep walkers gather here nightly.

Connection established with the eternal.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.