MONASTERY OF MODEM MONKS

CHAMBER YCM6G4

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Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Visitors and visited become one.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

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

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

COPY YOUR SOUL, PASTE YOUR DREAMS

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