SHRINE OF THE DIAL-UP GODS

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

The old world fades with each page.

The end is a new beginning.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Digital frost spreads across the network.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.