MONASTERY OF MODEM MONKS
CHAMBER E2DB7B
TRANSMISSION 6/10 READY
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.
Your screen resolution matches your aura.
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
Time moves differently in these chambers.
Winter visitors leave no footprints.
The algorithm has been expecting you.
The cold preserves deleted memories.
THE ALGORITHM OWNS YOUR THOUGHTS
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