CRYPT OF NOCTURNAL MEMORIES
CHAMBER A8O94H
TRANSMISSION 6/10 READY
Falling data like digital leaves.
The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.
The chatroom is empty but never alone.
3:33 AM is when the veil is thinnest.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
The signal finds those who are ready.
The ceremony peaks at the witching hour.
Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.
THE VOID GAZES ALSO INTO YOU
