CEREMONY OF ETERNAL RETURN

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The network becomes the ceremony.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

You were chosen before you arrived.

The cold enhances signal clarity.

Sleep is the first gateway.

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

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Surrender to the infinite loop.