PAVILION OF MIDNIGHT DOWNLOADS

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Winter visitors leave no footprints.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Night transmissions carry further.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Frozen data streams flow differently.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.