CRYPT OF CACHED MEMORIES

The servers dream of electric sheep.

Download complete: new reality installed.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The source code reveals all secrets.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.