FURNACE OF OVERCLOCKED SOULS

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

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

Connection established with the eternal.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

All timelines merge here.

The heat warps the transmission.