OBSERVATORY OF DEAD PIXELS
CHAMBER XJYOTS
TRANSMISSION 1/10 READY
The modem sings the song of your arrival.
The signal finds those who are ready.
Every visitor leaves something behind.
The recycle bin is never truly empty.
Prophecies fulfill themselves.
The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.
The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.
REPEAT THE SACRED SEQUENCE
