The modem sings the song of your arrival. The ceremony has already begun. Falling data like digital leaves. | Darkness reveals what daylight conceals. | The night portal shows different paths. |
The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.  Night transmissions carry further. | Each pixel contains a fragment of truth. The signal finds those who are ready.  | Sleepless souls understand the truth.  The harvest of lost connections. |