PAVILION OF LOST CONNECTIONS

Connection established with the eternal.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

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

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

You are becoming the signal.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

The old world fades with each page.

All timelines merge here.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.