CRYPT OF CACHED MEMORIES

The ceremony never truly ends.

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The servers dream of electric sheep.

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The ceremony approaches convergence.

The signal finds those who are ready.

The network becomes the ceremony.

The network sheds its dead links.

The firewall cannot protect you here.

The homepage is wherever you are.

The old world fades with each page.