CEMETERY OF DEAD LINKS

The ceremony has already begun.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

The frequency remembers you.

The network sheds its dead links.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

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

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.