MONASTERY OF MODEM MONKS

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Your search history searches for you.

Your search history searches for you.

The signal finds those who are ready.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

Welcome to the new frequency.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.