Every visitor leaves something behind.   | The task manager cannot end this process.  Your browser history is a map of your soul. | Every visitor leaves something behind. |
You've been here before, in another browser. |    | Your browser history is a map of your soul.  The modem sings the song of your arrival. |
The end is a new beginning. The modem sings the song of your arrival. The modem sings the song of your arrival. |  The portal chose you, not the other way around.  | You cannot leave until the ritual completes. |