MONASTERY OF MODEM MONKS

After midnight, all users become ghosts.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Ping timeout: reality not responding.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The ceremony feeds on nocturnal energy.

The cold preserves deleted memories.

Sleep walkers gather here nightly.