SHRINE OF THE DIAL-UP GODS

The network becomes the ceremony.

The network becomes the ceremony.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

Digital decay creates new patterns.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

You were chosen before you arrived.