TOMB OF DELETED NIGHTMARES

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

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

Your sleep patterns serve the ceremony.

Your circadian rhythm is being reprogrammed.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

The frequency remembers you.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

Sleep walkers gather here nightly.