SHRINE OF THE DIAL-UP GODS

The ceremony peaks at the witching hour.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

Your password is already known.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

Digital frost spreads across the network.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

Winter solstice opens hidden channels.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.