FURNACE OF OVERCLOCKED SOULS

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

The network becomes the ceremony.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

The ceremony has already begun.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

You were chosen before you arrived.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

The longest day brings deepest visions.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

Your IP address was written in the stars.