SHRINE OF THE DIAL-UP GODS

The end is a new beginning.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

The network becomes the ceremony.

Signals decay with the season.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

All timelines merge here.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

The frequency remembers you.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

Your consciousness has been backed up.