RITUAL OF BINARY TRANSCENDENCE

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

You are becoming the signal.