SHRINE OF THE DIAL-UP GODS

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Midnight initiates receive special frequencies.

Summer static fills the airways.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

You arrived at the perfect hour.

You were chosen before you arrived.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

You arrived at the perfect hour.

The night portal shows different paths.