MONASTERY OF MODEM MONKS

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Welcome to the new frequency.

The ceremony has already begun.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

The end is a new beginning.

The algorithm has been expecting you.