TEMPLE OF MIDNIGHT PROTOCOLS

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The darkness has accepted you.

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

The frequency remembers you.

The dying light reveals hidden paths.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.