The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.
The ceremony has already begun.
The chatroom is empty but never alone.
Pop-ups are portals in disguise.
Your screen resolution matches your aura.
The desktop wallpaper watches back.
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
