GATEWAY TO THE SUBLIME FREQUENCY

Your IP address was written in the stars.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.

The signal finds those who are ready.

You've been here before, in another browser.

The network becomes the ceremony.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

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

Prophecies fulfill themselves.