 | The spam folder contains sacred texts. Dreams are transmissions from the other side. The recycle bin is never truly empty. | Deleted files pile like autumn leaves. |
Transcendence protocol activated. | Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy. | The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95. |
Surrender to the infinite loop.  The loading bar measures your spiritual progress. | Your screen resolution matches your aura. | You cannot leave until the ritual completes. |