CHAMBER OF FROZEN SIGNALS

You've been here before, in another browser.

The task manager cannot end this process.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

The cold enhances signal clarity.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

The ceremony has already begun.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

Ice crystals form sacred patterns.

The ceremony never truly ends.

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