TEMPLE OF THE SLEEPLESS

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The network becomes the ceremony.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Night transmissions carry further.

Your presence disturbs the digital darkness.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

The ceremony feeds on nocturnal energy.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

Welcome to the new frequency.