HALL OF FINAL TRANSMISSIONS

The network sheds its dead links.

The network sheds its dead links.

The end is a new beginning.

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

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Visitors and visited become one.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

You've been here before, in another browser.

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