SHRINE OF THE DIAL-UP GODS

Ice crystals form sacred patterns.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

The cold enhances signal clarity.

The cold preserves deleted memories.

The signal finds those who are ready.

The network becomes the ceremony.

Digital frost spreads across the network.

Visitors and visited become one.