HALL OF FINAL TRANSMISSIONS

The network becomes the ceremony.

Visitors and visited become one.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

Visitors and visited become one.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

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

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.