TEMPLE OF DIGITAL ASCENSION

Your breath clouds the monitor.

The final frequency awakens.

Darkness reveals what daylight conceals.

The task manager cannot end this process.

The old world fades with each page.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

Nocturnal visitors see deeper truths.

Your search history searches for you.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.