RITUAL OF BINARY TRANSCENDENCE

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

The homepage is wherever you are.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

You've been here before, in another browser.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

The ceremony approaches convergence.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.