HALL OF DIGITAL DECAY

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Visitors and visited become one.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

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

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

You've been here before, in another browser.

Your search history searches for you.

The ceremony prepares for dormancy.