MONASTERY OF MODEM MONKS
CHAMBER Z6L1M6
TRANSMISSION 2/10 READY
The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.
Your breath clouds the monitor.
Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.
The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.
The cold preserves deleted memories.
Every visitor leaves something behind.
Your consciousness has been backed up.
The recycle bin is never truly empty.
TYPE YOUR FEARS INTO THE VOID
