CEREMONY OF ETERNAL RETURN

Your circadian rhythm is being reprogrammed.

Your presence disturbs the digital darkness.

The darkness has accepted you.

The network sheds its dead links.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

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

Surrender to the infinite loop.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The harvest of lost connections.