MONASTERY OF MODEM MONKS

The ceremony approaches convergence.

Winter solstice opens hidden channels.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

You've been here before, in another browser.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.