TOMB OF DELETED HISTORIES
CHAMBER DCT2NB
TRANSMISSION 2/10 READY
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
The servers dream of electric sheep.
The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.
The portal chose you, not the other way around.
The desktop wallpaper watches back.
The firewall cannot protect you here.
The harvest of lost connections.
COOKIES WILL BE PLACED IN YOUR SOUL
