TEMPLE OF DIGITAL ASCENSION

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

The signal finds those who are ready.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The old world fades with each page.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

The end is a new beginning.

You've been here before, in another browser.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

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