CHAMBER FO6LIL
TRANSMISSION 6/10 READY
Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.
The music plays whether you hear it or not.
The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.
The ceremony prepares for dormancy.
Pop-ups are portals in disguise.
The spam folder contains sacred texts.
Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.
DRAG AND DROP YOUR CONSCIOUSNESS
