PALACE OF PACKET LOSS

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Your presence disturbs the digital darkness.

You are becoming the signal.

The ceremony has already begun.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Your sleep patterns serve the ceremony.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.