GATEWAY TO THE UNCONSCIOUS NET

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

You were chosen before you arrived.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

The night ceremony requires different sacrifices.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

Sleep walkers gather here nightly.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

The shadows are full of watchers.