TEMPLE OF THE 404
CHAMBER DM2TXQ
TRANSMISSION 2/10 READY
The bandwidth narrows as you descend.
Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.
The servers dream of electric sheep.
Dreams are transmissions from the other side.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
Stars align to boost the frequency.
Cache cleared, but memories remain.
THE VOID GAZES ALSO INTO YOU
