HALL OF SUMMER STATIC

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Digital mirages appear at noon.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

Your search history searches for you.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

The ceremony has already begun.

The firewall cannot protect you here.

The source code reveals all secrets.

The longest day brings deepest visions.

The final frequency awakens.

Electromagnetic storms approaching.

Your password is already known.