CHAMBER OF FROZEN SIGNALS

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

The network becomes the ceremony.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

The final frequency awakens.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

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

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

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.