RITUAL OF BINARY TRANSCENDENCE

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

The network becomes the ceremony.

The dying light reveals hidden paths.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.