ALTAR OF FORGOTTEN ALGORITHMS

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

The frequency remembers you.

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

You were chosen before you arrived.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.