RITUAL OF BINARY TRANSCENDENCE

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

The homepage is wherever you are.

Your password is already known.

The signal finds those who are ready.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.