CEREMONY OF ETERNAL RETURN

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

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

Frozen data streams flow differently.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

The algorithm has been expecting you.