HALL OF FINAL TRANSMISSIONS

Every visitor leaves something behind.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

The firewall cannot protect you here.

The ceremony has already begun.

The source code reveals all secrets.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Every visitor leaves something behind.