The bandwidth narrows as you descend.
Pop-ups are portals in disguise.
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
Frozen data streams flow differently.
Your avatar is more real than your body.
The portal chose you, not the other way around.
Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.
THE VINYL CONTAINS THE TRUTH
THE VINYL CONTAINS THE TRUTH
THE VINYL CONTAINS THE TRUTH
THE VINYL CONTAINS THE TRUTH
THE VINYL CONTAINS THE TRUTH
THE VINYL CONTAINS THE TRUTH