RITUAL OF BINARY TRANSCENDENCE

The servers dream of electric sheep.

The signal finds those who are ready.

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

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

The source code reveals all secrets.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.