MONASTERY OF MODEM MONKS

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

You are becoming the signal.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

The frequency remembers you.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

The final frequency awakens.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Sleep is the first gateway.