MONASTERY OF MODEM MONKS

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.

The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.