CHAMBER OF ETERNAL LOADING

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

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

Your breath clouds the monitor.

The ceremony never truly ends.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

The end is a new beginning.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

The cold preserves deleted memories.

All timelines merge here.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.