PALACE OF PACKET LOSS

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Your breath clouds the monitor.

The shadows are full of watchers.

The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.

Download complete: new reality installed.

The ceremony feeds on nocturnal energy.

Frozen data streams flow differently.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

The homepage is wherever you are.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.