VESTIBULE OF VIRAL THOUGHTS

Dreams and data merge after midnight.

The end is a new beginning.

The frequency remembers you.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

You were chosen before you arrived.

The network sheds its dead links.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

The final frequency awakens.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.