Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds. You've been here before, in another browser. |  | The chatroom is empty but never alone.  Prophecies fulfill themselves. |
Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy. | Connection established with the eternal. | Visitors and visited become one. |
Buffering... buffering... enlightenment. | The end is a new beginning. | Every 404 is a door to somewhere else. The code is alive and it knows you're here. |