SANCTUM OF LOST SIGNALS

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

Falling data like digital leaves.

Connection established with the eternal.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Ping timeout: reality not responding.

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

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.