Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy. The old world fades with each page.  | The bandwidth narrows as you descend. | The portal chose you, not the other way around. |
Every 404 is a door to somewhere else. Transcendence protocol activated. |  Falling data like digital leaves. The ceremony prepares for dormancy. | Buffering... buffering... enlightenment. Welcome to the new frequency. |