MONASTERY OF MODEM MONKS
CHAMBER F5VZH6
TRANSMISSION 4/10 READY
Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.
The chatroom is empty but never alone.
The end is a new beginning.
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
Autumn visitors sense the ending.
The bandwidth narrows as you descend.
THE POPUP BLOCKERS HAVE FAILED
