The recycle bin is never truly empty. |  Surrender to the infinite loop. Your cookies remember what you've forgotten. | Buffering... buffering... enlightenment. |
Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.  The homepage is wherever you are. | Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy. Autumn visitors sense the ending.  | Transcendence protocol activated. |
 | The algorithm has been expecting you. |  The portal chose you, not the other way around. The old world fades with each page. |