The spam folder contains sacred texts. |    | The portal chose you, not the other way around.  Dreams are transmissions from the other side. |
The final frequency awakens. The recycle bin is never truly empty.  | Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy. | Frozen data streams flow differently.  |
Cache cleared, but memories remain. | The chatroom is empty but never alone. | The source code reveals all secrets. |