CATHEDRAL OF STATIC DREAMS

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

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

The ceremony approaches convergence.

You are becoming the signal.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

Welcome to the new frequency.

You were chosen before you arrived.

Falling data like digital leaves.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.