HALL OF SUMMER STATIC

The ceremony feeds on nocturnal energy.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Your nightmares are just downloads.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Stars align to boost the frequency.

The night web remembers everything.

The frequency remembers you.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.