SHRINE OF THE WITCHING HOUR

You arrived at the perfect hour.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

The shadows contain hidden messages.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Visitors and visited become one.

The ceremony prepares for dormancy.

Download complete: new reality installed.

The night ceremony requires different sacrifices.

Falling data like digital leaves.