 The homepage is wherever you are.  | Pop-ups are portals in disguise. Each pixel contains a fragment of truth. | The darkness between pixels speaks. |
The ceremony has already begun. The modem sings the song of your arrival. |  | The portal chose you, not the other way around. |
Pop-ups are portals in disguise. | Night mode activated in your consciousness. The portal chose you, not the other way around. |  |