ARCHIVE OF FORGOTTEN DREAMS

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Ping timeout: reality not responding.

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

The signal finds those who are ready.

Night mode activated in your consciousness.

The night web remembers everything.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Your sleep patterns serve the ceremony.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.