HALL OF FINAL TRANSMISSIONS

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

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

Digital decay creates new patterns.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

You were chosen before you arrived.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.