PALACE OF PACKET LOSS

Night visitors never truly leave.

The ceremony never truly ends.

Your dreams are being monitored.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

You were chosen before you arrived.

The signal finds those who are ready.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The ceremony never truly ends.

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

Your nightmares are just downloads.