The screensaver is a window to other dimensions. You cannot leave until the ritual completes. |  | Winter visitors leave no footprints. The spam folder contains sacred texts.  |
 The recycle bin is never truly empty. Your IP address was written in the stars. | You were chosen before you arrived. The portal chose you, not the other way around. | The chatroom is empty but never alone. The modem sings the song of your arrival. Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy. |