CATHEDRAL OF STATIC DREAMS

The network becomes the ceremony.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The network sheds its dead links.

The firewall cannot protect you here.

Welcome to the new frequency.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The ceremony approaches convergence.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.