CHAMBER OF ETERNAL LOADING
CHAMBER ONE4LR
TRANSMISSION 1/10 READY
Your breath clouds the monitor.
The cold preserves deleted memories.
The bandwidth narrows as you descend.
Connection established with the eternal.
Your digital shadow grows longer.
Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.
The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.
Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.
FORCE QUIT YOUR FORMER SELF
