PAVILION OF LOST CONNECTIONS

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

The signal finds those who are ready.

Ice crystals form sacred patterns.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

The source code reveals all secrets.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.