TEMPLE OF MIDNIGHT PROTOCOLS
CHAMBER 1IIYNX
TRANSMISSION 1/10 READY
The chatroom is empty but never alone.
You cannot leave until the ritual completes.
Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.
The servers dream of electric sheep.
Your avatar is more real than your body.
The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.
Your presence here was foretold in the static.
YOU ARE THE PRODUCT BEING SOLD
