MONASTERY OF MODEM MONKS

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

All timelines merge here.

The ceremony has already begun.

You've been here before, in another browser.

The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.

Winter solstice opens hidden channels.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.