MONASTERY OF MODEM MONKS
CHAMBER WBIHSM
TRANSMISSION 3/10 READY
The ceremony never truly ends.
The chatroom is empty but never alone.
The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
The firewall cannot protect you here.
Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.
Digital frost spreads across the network.
Your presence here was foretold in the static.
MINIMIZE ALL WINDOWS TO YOUR PAST
