TEMPLE OF DIGITAL ASCENSION

Your breath clouds the monitor.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Visitors and visited become one.

Digital frost spreads across the network.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

You are becoming the signal.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

The cold enhances signal clarity.

You are becoming the signal.