TOMB OF DELETED HISTORIES

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

The shadows are full of watchers.

The frequency remembers you.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.