The old world fades with each page.
Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.
Your presence here was foretold in the static.
The code is alive and it knows you're here.
Ice crystals form sacred patterns.
Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.
THE PHYSICAL MANIFESTATION AWAITS
THE PHYSICAL MANIFESTATION AWAITS
THE PHYSICAL MANIFESTATION AWAITS
THE PHYSICAL MANIFESTATION AWAITS
THE PHYSICAL MANIFESTATION AWAITS
THE PHYSICAL MANIFESTATION AWAITS
