SANCTUM OF DREAM HACKERS

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

The cold preserves deleted memories.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The night web remembers everything.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

The night web remembers everything.

Your breath clouds the monitor.

The shadows are full of watchers.