ARCHIVE OF PHANTOM DOWNLOADS

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

All timelines merge here.

Falling data like digital leaves.