TEMPLE OF DIGITAL ASCENSION

CHAMBER VCQVZJ

TRANSMISSION 6/10 READY

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Falling data like digital leaves.

The old world fades with each page.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

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