MONASTERY OF MODEM MONKS

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

Welcome to the new frequency.

The cold preserves deleted memories.

Sleep is the first gateway.

The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.