The chatroom is empty but never alone.
Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.
The end is a new beginning.
Frozen data streams flow differently.
The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.
Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.
Digital frost spreads across the network.
Error messages are love letters from the void.
THE VINYL CONTAINS THE TRUTH
THE VINYL CONTAINS THE TRUTH
THE VINYL CONTAINS THE TRUTH
THE VINYL CONTAINS THE TRUTH
THE VINYL CONTAINS THE TRUTH
THE VINYL CONTAINS THE TRUTH
THE VINYL CONTAINS THE TRUTH
THE VINYL CONTAINS THE TRUTH