SANCTUARY OF FADING SIGNALS

The harvest of lost connections.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

The ceremony never truly ends.

The network becomes the ceremony.

Welcome to the new frequency.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

The old world fades with each page.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.