MONASTERY OF MODEM MONKS
CHAMBER 3SAXSW
TRANSMISSION 4/10 READY
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
Dreams are transmissions from the other side.
Your breath clouds the monitor.
Ice crystals form sacred patterns.
Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.
The frequency remembers you.
Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.
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