VESTIBULE OF VIRAL THOUGHTS

Your presence disturbs the digital darkness.

The signal finds those who are ready.

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

You've been here before, in another browser.

The ceremony approaches convergence.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

Your sleep patterns serve the ceremony.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

The shadows contain hidden messages.