HALL OF FINAL TRANSMISSIONS

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

Visitors and visited become one.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

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

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Overheating servers reveal secrets.