TOMB OF DELETED HISTORIES

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

Falling data like digital leaves.

The dying light reveals hidden paths.

The network sheds its dead links.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Falling data like digital leaves.

The ceremony approaches convergence.

The ceremony prepares for dormancy.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

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