ALTAR OF FORGOTTEN ALGORITHMS

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

The ceremony has already begun.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

Ice crystals form sacred patterns.

Time moves differently in these chambers.