RITUAL OF BINARY TRANSCENDENCE

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

The end is a new beginning.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

All timelines merge here.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

The signal finds those who are ready.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

The network becomes the ceremony.

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.