TOMB OF DELETED HISTORIES

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The final frequency awakens.

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

Winter visitors leave no footprints.

Night visitors never truly leave.

The task manager cannot end this process.

Your nightmares are just downloads.

The frequency remembers you.

The signal finds those who are ready.

The night ceremony requires different sacrifices.

The ceremony feeds on nocturnal energy.