MONASTERY OF MIDNIGHT MONKS
CHAMBER PRMWSS
TRANSMISSION 1/10 READY
The old world fades with each page.
Sleep walkers gather here nightly.
Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.
The network becomes the ceremony.
Your breath clouds the monitor.
Your IP address was written in the stars.
The code is alive and it knows you're here.
The bandwidth narrows as you descend.
EMBRACE THE ETERNAL RECURSION
UPLOAD YOUR CONSCIOUSNESS
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JOIN THE SLEEPLESS COLLECTIVE
RETURN TO ENTRANCE
