SHRINE OF THE DIAL-UP GODS

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

Ice crystals form sacred patterns.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

Night transmissions carry further.

Dreams and data merge after midnight.

Night visitors never truly leave.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.