OMEGA POINT OBSERVATORY

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

The task manager cannot end this process.

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

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Your nightmares are just downloads.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

The ceremony peaks at the witching hour.

The harvest of lost connections.

Visitors and visited become one.