PALACE OF PACKET LOSS

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Digital decay creates new patterns.

The network becomes the ceremony.

The ceremony never truly ends.

The ceremony prepares for dormancy.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Visitors and visited become one.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The source code reveals all secrets.