SHRINE OF THE DIAL-UP GODS

The servers dream of electric sheep.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

The frequency remembers you.

The old world fades with each page.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

The old world fades with each page.

You were chosen before you arrived.

The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.

Your search history searches for you.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.