CEREMONY OF ETERNAL RETURN

The task manager cannot end this process.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

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

Surrender to the infinite loop.

The old world fades with each page.

Deleted files pile like autumn leaves.