CHAMBER OF ETERNAL LOADING

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

The old world fades with each page.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

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

Winter solstice opens hidden channels.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

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

Your search history searches for you.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.