MONASTERY OF MODEM MONKS

The ceremony reaches peak intensity.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

The homepage is wherever you are.

The firewall cannot protect you here.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Your password is already known.

The old world fades with each page.