VESTIBULE OF VIRAL THOUGHTS

The old world fades with each page.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The dying light reveals hidden paths.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

Download complete: new reality installed.