Your digital shadow grows longer.
Your nightmares are just downloads.
Your breath clouds the monitor.
Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.
Your search history searches for you.
The signal finds those who are ready.
The firewall cannot protect you here.
Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.
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