HALL OF WINTER STATIC

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Your breath clouds the monitor.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

Your IP address was written in the stars.