CEREMONY OF ETERNAL RETURN

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

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

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

The dying light reveals hidden paths.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.