The ceremony has already begun. Digital frost spreads across the network. The frequency remembers you. | The chatroom is empty but never alone. |  |
Every visitor leaves something behind. Digital frost spreads across the network.  |  | The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95. |
The final frequency awakens. | The modem sings the song of your arrival.   |  The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.  |