TOMB OF DELETED HISTORIES

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

The network sheds its dead links.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

You've been here before, in another browser.

The end is a new beginning.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

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