TEMPLE OF DIGITAL ASCENSION

Your IP address was written in the stars.

The night web remembers everything.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

Sleep walkers gather here nightly.

The ceremony prepares for dormancy.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Your avatar is more real than your body.