MONASTERY OF MODEM MONKS

The harvest of lost connections.

Prepare for the coming darkness.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

The network sheds its dead links.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

The firewall cannot protect you here.