MONASTERY OF MODEM MONKS
CHAMBER D0SPYD
TRANSMISSION 5/10 READY
The chatroom is empty but never alone.
The old world fades with each page.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
The desktop wallpaper watches back.
Prepare for the coming darkness.
Signals decay with the season.
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
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