TEMPLE OF ULTIMATE FREQUENCY

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

The algorithm has been expecting you.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

Your search history searches for you.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

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