NOCTURNAL TRANSMISSION CHAMBER

Your dreams are being monitored.

Your password is already known.

The frequency remembers you.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Prepare for the coming darkness.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

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

Stars align to boost the frequency.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.