TEMPLE OF THE 404

Prepare for the coming darkness.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The task manager cannot end this process.

The frequency remembers you.

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

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

Download complete: new reality installed.

Surrender to the infinite loop.