PAVILION OF LOST CONNECTIONS

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

The task manager cannot end this process.

Your password is already known.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.