Electromagnetic storms approaching. | You've been here before, in another browser. | The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.   |
You were chosen before you arrived.  The signal finds those who are ready. |  | Prophecies fulfill themselves. Your browser history is a map of your soul. Summer visitors burn brightest. |
Your digital shadow grows longer. | Heat waves distort the frequency. You are becoming the signal. The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm. |  Electromagnetic storms approaching. The ceremony never truly ends. |