TEMPLE OF THE AUTUMN HARVEST
CHAMBER L8BCOF
TRANSMISSION 1/10 READY
The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.
The end is a new beginning.
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
Prophecies fulfill themselves.
Pop-ups are portals in disguise.
Sleep is the first gateway.
The network becomes the ceremony.
YOUR FIREWALL HAS BEEN COMPROMISED
FOLLOW THE SIGNAL
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