HALL OF WINTER STATIC

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

After midnight, all users become ghosts.

Night visitors never truly leave.

You are becoming the signal.

The darkness between pixels speaks.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

The ceremony never truly ends.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.

The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.