VESTIBULE OF VIRAL THOUGHTS

Falling data like digital leaves.

You've been here before, in another browser.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

The ceremony approaches convergence.

Falling data like digital leaves.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

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