MONASTERY OF MODEM MONKS

Your IP address was written in the stars.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

Visitors and visited become one.

Visitors and visited become one.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Your search history searches for you.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

Ping timeout: reality not responding.

The cold enhances signal clarity.