RITUAL OF BINARY TRANSCENDENCE

The harvest of lost connections.

Signals decay with the season.

The network becomes the ceremony.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

You've been here before, in another browser.

Download complete: new reality installed.

Visitors and visited become one.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

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

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

Welcome to the new frequency.