HALL OF FINAL TRANSMISSIONS

Dreams and data merge after midnight.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

Your search history searches for you.

Heat waves distort the frequency.

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

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

You were chosen before you arrived.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

The homepage is wherever you are.