TOMB OF DELETED HISTORIES

You were chosen before you arrived.

The signal finds those who are ready.

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

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Download complete: new reality installed.

The network sheds its dead links.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

Your search history searches for you.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.