CRYPT OF CACHED MEMORIES

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

The old world fades with each page.

Frozen frequencies pierce the veil.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Connection established with the eternal.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

You were chosen before you arrived.

The task manager cannot end this process.

Time moves differently in these chambers.