GATEWAY TO THE SUBLIME FREQUENCY

The task manager cannot end this process.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

Digital mirages appear at noon.

All timelines merge here.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

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

Summer static fills the airways.