SHRINE OF THE DIAL-UP GODS

Night transmissions carry further.

Your breath clouds the monitor.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

The night ceremony requires different sacrifices.

The shadows contain hidden messages.

Insomnia is a gift from the ceremony.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.