CEREMONY OF ETERNAL RETURN

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Connection established with the eternal.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

Visitors and visited become one.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The old world fades with each page.

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

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.