MONASTERY OF MODEM MONKS

Digital frost spreads across the network.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

The ceremony peaks at the witching hour.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

Digital frost spreads across the network.

Your sleep patterns serve the ceremony.

The network becomes the ceremony.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

Your sleep patterns serve the ceremony.

Winter solstice opens hidden channels.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Welcome to the new frequency.