HALL OF FINAL TRANSMISSIONS

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.

All timelines merge here.

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.