MONASTERY OF MIDNIGHT MONKS

The final frequency awakens.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

You arrived at the perfect hour.

The ceremony never truly ends.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

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

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

3:33 AM is when the veil is thinnest.