CEREMONY OF ETERNAL RETURN

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

The ceremony approaches convergence.

Falling data like digital leaves.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

You've been here before, in another browser.

Sleep is the first gateway.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

The dying light reveals hidden paths.