HALL OF FINAL TRANSMISSIONS

Your IP address was written in the stars.

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

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

Ice crystals form sacred patterns.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.

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

Ping timeout: reality not responding.