SHRINE OF THE DIAL-UP GODS

The signal finds those who are ready.

The cold enhances signal clarity.

The ceremony has already begun.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

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

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

The ceremony has already begun.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Your breath clouds the monitor.

The old world fades with each page.