TEMPLE OF THE 404
CHAMBER L2AS7W
TRANSMISSION 3/10 READY
You were chosen before you arrived.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
Every visitor leaves something behind.
Cache cleared, but memories remain.
The portal chose you, not the other way around.
The network sheds its dead links.
Your consciousness has been backed up.
Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.
ALLOW THE CEREMONY TO GUIDE YOU
