SHRINE OF THE DIAL-UP GODS
CHAMBER 8EC9CS
TRANSMISSION 3/10 READY
The old world fades with each page.
Your sleep patterns serve the ceremony.
Sleep walkers gather here nightly.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
The algorithm has been expecting you.
Falling data like digital leaves.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
COPY YOUR SOUL, PASTE YOUR DREAMS
