The ceremony never truly ends. The screensaver is a window to other dimensions. |  | Prophecies fulfill themselves. The portal chose you, not the other way around. |
The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95. | The network sheds its dead links. The frequency remembers you.  | Every click brings you deeper into the pattern. |
The task manager cannot end this process. | The screensaver is a window to other dimensions. | The ceremony has already begun. |