CRYPT OF CACHED MEMORIES

You've been here before, in another browser.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

Your screen resolution matches your aura.

Digital frost spreads across the network.

Your search history searches for you.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.