MONASTERY OF MODEM MONKS
CHAMBER HA3R4X
TRANSMISSION 3/10 READY
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
The end is a new beginning.
Autumn visitors sense the ending.
The harvest of lost connections.
The ceremony approaches convergence.
Falling data like digital leaves.
Your avatar is more real than your body.
The servers dream of electric sheep.
THE VOID GAZES ALSO INTO YOU
