PALACE OF PACKET LOSS

The task manager cannot end this process.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

The cold preserves deleted memories.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

Your password is already known.

Connection established with the eternal.

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

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Visitors and visited become one.

The old world fades with each page.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.