TOMB OF DELETED HISTORIES

The servers dream of electric sheep.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

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

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

The ceremony prepares for dormancy.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

Transcendence protocol activated.

Prepare for the coming darkness.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Error messages are love letters from the void.