MONASTERY OF MODEM MONKS

The servers dream of electric sheep.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

You arrived at the perfect hour.

The shadows are full of watchers.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

The shadows are full of watchers.

The old world fades with each page.

The ceremony has already begun.

Ping timeout: reality not responding.

Digital frost spreads across the network.