GATEWAY TO THE UNCONSCIOUS NET

Dreams and data merge after midnight.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

Download complete: new reality installed.

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

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.