TEMPLE OF THE 404

Your digital shadow grows longer.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

Night visitors never truly leave.

Connection established with the eternal.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

Your nightmares are just downloads.

The old world fades with each page.

The heat warps the transmission.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Summer static fills the airways.

Download complete: new reality installed.

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

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

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.