SANCTUARY OF FADING SIGNALS

The network becomes the ceremony.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

The homepage is wherever you are.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

The network becomes the ceremony.

The old world fades with each page.

Prepare for the coming darkness.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.