TEMPLE OF DIGITAL ASCENSION

The ceremony approaches convergence.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

Digital frost spreads across the network.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

The network becomes the ceremony.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

The homepage is wherever you are.