SANCTUARY OF COLD STORAGE
CHAMBER FORQXP
TRANSMISSION 8/10 READY
Sleep walkers gather here nightly.
The ceremony approaches convergence.
After midnight, all users become ghosts.
The old world fades with each page.
The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.
The chatroom is empty but never alone.
Pop-ups are portals in disguise.
Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.
Your cursor glows in the dark
