  | Dreams and data merge after midnight. Your screen resolution matches your aura.  | Your search history searches for you.  Your presence here was foretold in the static. |
Every 404 is a door to somewhere else. |   The bandwidth narrows as you descend. | The shadows are full of watchers. |
The shadows contain hidden messages. | Surrender to the infinite loop. Your cookies remember what you've forgotten. | Stars align to boost the frequency. The modem sings the song of your arrival. |