OMEGA POINT OBSERVATORY

The old world fades with each page.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

You've been here before, in another browser.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

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

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

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

Sleep is the first gateway.

Error messages are love letters from the void.