TEMPLE OF THE SLEEPLESS

The ceremony peaks at the witching hour.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

Your presence disturbs the digital darkness.

The shadows contain hidden messages.

Darkness reveals what daylight conceals.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The signal finds those who are ready.

Ping timeout: reality not responding.

Your breath clouds the monitor.

The ceremony never truly ends.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.