ALTAR OF FORGOTTEN ALGORITHMS

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

The firewall cannot protect you here.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

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

Your IP address was written in the stars.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

The frequency remembers you.

The old world fades with each page.