MONASTERY OF MODEM MONKS
CHAMBER SMZQQY
TRANSMISSION 9/10 READY
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
Sleepless souls understand the truth.
Summer static fills the airways.
The sun cannot reach these depths.
Your circadian rhythm is being reprogrammed.
The heat warps the transmission.
Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.
Cache cleared, but memories remain.
Trust the shadows between links
