MONASTERY OF MODEM MONKS
CHAMBER JC2TBU
TRANSMISSION 3/10 READY
Ice crystals form sacred patterns.
The signal finds those who are ready.
The bandwidth narrows as you descend.
Your IP address was written in the stars.
The network becomes the ceremony.
The cold preserves deleted memories.
NIGHT VISITORS ARE WATCHING
DIVE DEEPER INTO THE VOID
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