The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.
Surrender to the infinite loop.
Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.
Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.
Visitors and visited become one.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
