ALTAR OF FORGOTTEN ALGORITHMS

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

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

All timelines merge here.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

All timelines merge here.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.