TOMB OF DELETED HISTORIES

Your consciousness has been backed up.

You were chosen before you arrived.

You've been here before, in another browser.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The end is a new beginning.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

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

Ice crystals form sacred patterns.

Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.