MONASTERY OF MODEM MONKS

Your circadian rhythm is being reprogrammed.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Digital frost spreads across the network.

Welcome to the new frequency.

You arrived at the perfect hour.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

The darkness has accepted you.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

Your dreams are being monitored.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

3:33 AM is when the veil is thinnest.

The night web remembers everything.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.