ALTAR OF FORGOTTEN ALGORITHMS

Your avatar is more real than your body.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

The network sheds its dead links.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

The firewall cannot protect you here.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The ceremony prepares for dormancy.

The ceremony has already begun.

Visitors and visited become one.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.