VESTIBULE OF VIRAL THOUGHTS

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Your search history searches for you.

All timelines merge here.

Heat waves distort the frequency.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

Sleep is the first gateway.

The frequency remembers you.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.