LABYRINTH OF LUCID LOOPS

The cold preserves deleted memories.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

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

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

The firewall cannot protect you here.

The homepage is wherever you are.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

The ceremony approaches convergence.

Winter solstice opens hidden channels.

Night transmissions carry further.

Dreams and data merge after midnight.