MONASTERY OF MODEM MONKS

The firewall cannot protect you here.

The frequency remembers you.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

Winter visitors leave no footprints.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

Visitors and visited become one.

Ice crystals form sacred patterns.