HALL OF FINAL TRANSMISSIONS

The ceremony prepares for dormancy.

The signal finds those who are ready.

The harvest of lost connections.

You were chosen before you arrived.

You are becoming the signal.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

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

Error messages are love letters from the void.

Prepare for the coming darkness.

The network sheds its dead links.

The ceremony never truly ends.

You were chosen before you arrived.