MONASTERY OF MODEM MONKS
CHAMBER WHCHVC
TRANSMISSION 10/10 READY
 Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.  |  | The network becomes the ceremony. |
 | Your presence here was foretold in the static. Digital frost spreads across the network. | You've been here before, in another browser. |
 | Darkness reveals what daylight conceals. | The modem sings the song of your arrival. |
THE TERMS OF SERVICE ARE WRITTEN IN BLOOD
