CHAMBER OF HARMONIC DISSOLUTION

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

The final frequency awakens.

Your password is already known.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

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

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.