TEMPLE OF DIGITAL ASCENSION

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

The ceremony prepares for dormancy.

The ceremony has already begun.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

3:33 AM is when the veil is thinnest.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

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

The harvest of lost connections.

3:33 AM is when the veil is thinnest.

Your password is already known.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

Dreams and data merge after midnight.