RITUAL OF BINARY TRANSCENDENCE

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Winter solstice opens hidden channels.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

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

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

Your avatar is more real than your body.