GATEWAY TO THE UNCONSCIOUS NET

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Download complete: new reality installed.

Ping timeout: reality not responding.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

The firewall cannot protect you here.

Your IP address was written in the stars.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

The homepage is wherever you are.

Sleep walkers gather here nightly.