SHRINE OF THE DIAL-UP GODS

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

The network becomes the ceremony.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.