PAVILION OF LOST CONNECTIONS

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

You cannot leave until the ritual completes.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.