SHRINE OF THE DIAL-UP GODS
CHAMBER JSOFDW
TRANSMISSION 6/10 READY
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
The old world fades with each page.
The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.
The music plays whether you hear it or not.
Autumn visitors sense the ending.
The network sheds its dead links.
Cache cleared, but memories remain.
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