 The spam folder contains sacred texts. Night visitors never truly leave. | Your presence here was foretold in the static. |  The shadows contain hidden messages. |
  Midnight initiates receive special frequencies. | The recycle bin is never truly empty. Surrender to the infinite loop. | Digital decay creates new patterns. The task manager cannot end this process. Cache cleared, but memories remain. |
The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95. |   Your presence disturbs the digital darkness. | The recycle bin is never truly empty. |