PAVILION OF LOST CONNECTIONS

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

The cold preserves deleted memories.

The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.

The final frequency awakens.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

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