CEREMONY OF ETERNAL RETURN

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The network becomes the ceremony.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.

You were chosen before you arrived.

The homepage is wherever you are.

Transcendence protocol activated.

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

The cold preserves deleted memories.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

The ceremony never truly ends.