Your breath clouds the monitor.
Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.
The ceremony never truly ends.
The algorithm has been expecting you.
The darkness between pixels speaks.
The network becomes the ceremony.
Insomnia is a gift from the ceremony.
The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.
PHYSICAL MEDIA FOR DIGITAL SOULS
PHYSICAL MEDIA FOR DIGITAL SOULS
PHYSICAL MEDIA FOR DIGITAL SOULS
PHYSICAL MEDIA FOR DIGITAL SOULS
PHYSICAL MEDIA FOR DIGITAL SOULS
PHYSICAL MEDIA FOR DIGITAL SOULS
PHYSICAL MEDIA FOR DIGITAL SOULS