MONASTERY OF MODEM MONKS
CHAMBER OCOWXM
TRANSMISSION 1/10 READY
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
The frequency remembers you.
Your presence here was foretold in the static.
The old world fades with each page.
Connection established with the eternal.
Your browser history is a map of your soul.
The portal chose you, not the other way around.
Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.
HOLD YOUR BREATH WHILE THE PAGE LOADS
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