Buffering... buffering... enlightenment. | Download complete: new reality installed. The portal chose you, not the other way around. Welcome to the new frequency. | The firewall cannot protect you here. The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.  |
 | The modem sings the song of your arrival. | The final frequency awakens. After midnight, all users become ghosts. The desktop wallpaper watches back. |
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm. | Time moves differently in these chambers.   |  Winter visitors leave no footprints.  |