ALTAR OF INSOMNIA GODS
CHAMBER TUIHRD
TRANSMISSION 10/10 READY
The desktop wallpaper watches back.
Signals decay with the season.
Your presence here was foretold in the static.
Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.
The old world fades with each page.
Visitors and visited become one.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
COOKIES WILL BE PLACED IN YOUR SOUL
