ALTAR OF FORGOTTEN ALGORITHMS

Welcome to the new frequency.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Falling data like digital leaves.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

Night mode activated in your consciousness.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

You've been here before, in another browser.

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