The old world fades with each page.  | Your dreams are being monitored. Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.  | The cold preserves deleted memories. |
Your search history searches for you. The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95. | The network becomes the ceremony. Time moves differently in these chambers. Connection established with the eternal. | The darkness amplifies the signal.  The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps. |