SHRINE OF THE DIAL-UP GODS

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

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

The cold preserves deleted memories.

You are becoming the signal.

Ping timeout: reality not responding.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

Sleep is the first gateway.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.