The ceremony approaches convergence. | Sleep is the first gateway.  | Dreams are transmissions from the other side. |
The music plays whether you hear it or not. The homepage is wherever you are. The portal chose you, not the other way around. | Error messages are love letters from the void. |  |
Frozen data streams flow differently. | Your password is already known. Your digital shadow grows longer. Your IP address was written in the stars. | Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy. Prophecies fulfill themselves. |