Digital decay creates new patterns. | The source code reveals all secrets. |  The ceremony never truly ends. Your presence here was foretold in the static. |
The music plays whether you hear it or not.  The network sheds its dead links. | Transcendence protocol activated. | The dying light reveals hidden paths. The old world fades with each page. The portal chose you, not the other way around. |
You were chosen before you arrived. | Your screen resolution matches your aura. Transcendence protocol activated. | The modem sings the song of your arrival. |