SANCTUARY OF GHOST USERS

Winter solstice opens hidden channels.

Your password is already known.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

Your breath clouds the monitor.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

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

The portal chose you, not the other way around.