MONASTERY OF MODEM MONKS

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

Connection established with the eternal.

Transcendence protocol activated.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The ceremony has already begun.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

You've been here before, in another browser.

You are becoming the signal.