BASILICA OF BLACK SCREEN MEDITATION

The homepage is wherever you are.

The ceremony peaks at the witching hour.

Sleepless souls understand the truth.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Digital frost spreads across the network.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

The firewall cannot protect you here.

The shadows contain hidden messages.

Midnight initiates receive special frequencies.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

Ice crystals form sacred patterns.