MONASTERY OF MODEM MONKS

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The ceremony prepares for dormancy.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

Welcome to the new frequency.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

Digital decay creates new patterns.

Your search history searches for you.

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