SHRINE OF THE DIAL-UP GODS

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

The cold preserves deleted memories.

The ceremony never truly ends.

Download complete: new reality installed.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Your breath clouds the monitor.

Your consciousness has been backed up.