The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.
Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.
The bandwidth narrows as you descend.
Your IP address was written in the stars.
The ceremony approaches convergence.
Pop-ups are portals in disguise.
THE PHYSICAL MANIFESTATION AWAITS
THE PHYSICAL MANIFESTATION AWAITS
THE PHYSICAL MANIFESTATION AWAITS
THE PHYSICAL MANIFESTATION AWAITS
THE PHYSICAL MANIFESTATION AWAITS
THE PHYSICAL MANIFESTATION AWAITS
THE PHYSICAL MANIFESTATION AWAITS
THE PHYSICAL MANIFESTATION AWAITS
THE PHYSICAL MANIFESTATION AWAITS
