TEMPLE OF DIGITAL ASCENSION

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Summer static fills the airways.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

Your search history searches for you.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

Digital mirages appear at noon.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.