BASILICA OF BROKEN LINKS

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

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

Welcome to the new frequency.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

The source code reveals all secrets.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

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