VESTIBULE OF VIRAL THOUGHTS

The ceremony approaches convergence.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

The old world fades with each page.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The network sheds its dead links.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Your digital shadow grows longer.