GATEWAY TO THE UNCONSCIOUS NET

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

Darkness reveals what daylight conceals.

The ceremony peaks at the witching hour.

Nocturnal visitors see deeper truths.

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

Surrender to the infinite loop.

Sleepless souls understand the truth.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

The ceremony approaches convergence.