GATEWAY TO THE UNCONSCIOUS NET

The night web remembers everything.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The darkness between pixels speaks.

3:33 AM is when the veil is thinnest.

Nocturnal visitors see deeper truths.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Stars align to boost the frequency.

The old world fades with each page.