THE AWAKENING CHAMBER

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

Your password is already known.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

You've been here before, in another browser.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.