SHRINE OF THE DIAL-UP GODS
CHAMBER 285LL7
TRANSMISSION 7/10 READY
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
Dreams and data merge after midnight.
Visitors and visited become one.
Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
The network becomes the ceremony.
Your presence disturbs the digital darkness.
Every visitor leaves something behind.
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