The sun cannot reach these depths. |  Cache cleared, but memories remain.  | Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.  |
The ceremony peaks at the witching hour. Your browser history is a map of your soul. Welcome to the new frequency. |  | Sleepless souls understand the truth. Your digital shadow grows longer. Sleep is the first gateway. |
The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95. The ceremony feeds on nocturnal energy. The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95. |  | The shadows contain hidden messages. The signal finds those who are ready. |