PALACE OF PACKET LOSS

Digital frost spreads across the network.

The homepage is wherever you are.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

Your presence disturbs the digital darkness.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

3:33 AM is when the veil is thinnest.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The old world fades with each page.

The firewall cannot protect you here.

Sleep is the first gateway.