PALACE OF PACKET LOSS

The ceremony never truly ends.

The old world fades with each page.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.

Your breath clouds the monitor.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

Winter visitors leave no footprints.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.