MONASTERY OF MODEM MONKS

The ceremony reaches peak intensity.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

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

Summer static fills the airways.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

The heat warps the transmission.