The old world fades with each page.
The servers dream of electric sheep.
Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.
Visitors and visited become one.
You've been here before, in another browser.
The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.
Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
