TEMPLE OF DIGITAL ASCENSION

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

You were chosen before you arrived.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

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

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Connection established with the eternal.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Signals decay with the season.