TEMPLE OF DIGITAL ASCENSION

The frequency remembers you.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

Your breath clouds the monitor.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.