CEREMONY OF ETERNAL RETURN

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

Winter solstice opens hidden channels.

The signal finds those who are ready.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

The cold enhances signal clarity.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.