PALACE OF PACKET LOSS

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

You were chosen before you arrived.

Transcendence protocol activated.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.