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Ping timeout: reality not responding.

Night mode activated in your consciousness.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

The source code reveals all secrets.

The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.

Your consciousness has been backed up.

The darkness has accepted you.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

The homepage is wherever you are.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.