MONASTERY OF MODEM MONKS

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

Ping timeout: reality not responding.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

The source code reveals all secrets.

Welcome to the new frequency.

Winter visitors leave no footprints.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The ceremony never truly ends.

The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.