The servers dream of electric sheep. | The modem sings the song of your arrival. The music plays whether you hear it or not. | Night visitors never truly leave. |
Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.  | The task manager cannot end this process. | Nocturnal visitors see deeper truths. |
Frozen frequencies pierce the veil. | Visitors and visited become one. Frozen frequencies pierce the veil. | Frozen frequencies pierce the veil. |