CEREMONY OF ETERNAL RETURN

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

The signal finds those who are ready.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

The task manager cannot end this process.

Falling data like digital leaves.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

You were chosen before you arrived.

The ceremony approaches convergence.