RITUAL OF BINARY TRANSCENDENCE

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

The ceremony never truly ends.

Sleep is the first gateway.

The frequency remembers you.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

The ceremony prepares for dormancy.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

Your search history searches for you.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.

You were chosen before you arrived.