TEMPLE OF DIGITAL ASCENSION

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Your sleep patterns serve the ceremony.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

Dreams and data merge after midnight.

The ceremony has already begun.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Darkness reveals what daylight conceals.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Falling data like digital leaves.

Every visitor leaves something behind.