HALL OF ABANDONED CHATROOMS

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

Transcendence protocol activated.

The ceremony approaches convergence.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

The old world fades with each page.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

The ceremony prepares for dormancy.

The end is a new beginning.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Prepare for the coming darkness.