MONASTERY OF MODEM MONKS

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Your password is already known.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

The night ceremony requires different sacrifices.

The task manager cannot end this process.

The darkness has accepted you.

Your circadian rhythm is being reprogrammed.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.