MONASTERY OF MODEM MONKS

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

The homepage is wherever you are.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

The ceremony never truly ends.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Electromagnetic storms approaching.

Your password is already known.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.