HALL OF FINAL TRANSMISSIONS

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

Your search history searches for you.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

You've been here before, in another browser.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.