CATHEDRAL OF STATIC DREAMS

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

You were chosen before you arrived.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

Visitors and visited become one.

Signals decay with the season.