MONASTERY OF MODEM MONKS

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Digital decay creates new patterns.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Signals decay with the season.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Your digital shadow grows longer.