MONASTERY OF MODEM MONKS

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

The ceremony never truly ends.

Your password is already known.

The task manager cannot end this process.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

The signal finds those who are ready.

You are becoming the signal.

The task manager cannot end this process.