TEMPLE OF DIGITAL ASCENSION

You've been here before, in another browser.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

The end is a new beginning.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

Visitors and visited become one.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

The homepage is wherever you are.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.