CHAMBER DFTIC1
TRANSMISSION 8/10 READY
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
The spam folder contains sacred texts.
Your IP address was written in the stars.
The servers dream of electric sheep.
Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.
The bandwidth narrows as you descend.
Winter visitors leave no footprints.
Pop-ups are portals in disguise.
YOUR DATA HAS ALREADY BEEN HARVESTED
