 Your IP address was written in the stars. | Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds. |  The final frequency awakens. The modem sings the song of your arrival. |
The music plays whether you hear it or not. | Your consciousness is being recalibrated. All timelines merge here. | Time moves differently in these chambers. |
Every click brings you deeper into the pattern. |  The ceremony approaches convergence. Your browser history is a map of your soul. | The spam folder contains sacred texts. The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95. |