HALL OF FINAL TRANSMISSIONS
CHAMBER YCSJDY
TRANSMISSION 1/10 READY
Dreams are transmissions from the other side.
The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.
Your IP address was written in the stars.
Winter visitors leave no footprints.
Your password is already known.
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.
WHISPER YOUR PASSWORD TO THE SCREEN
