TEMPLE OF THE 404

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

Signals decay with the season.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The ceremony never truly ends.

The end is a new beginning.

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