HALL OF FINAL TRANSMISSIONS

Error messages are love letters from the void.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

You've been here before, in another browser.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

The cold preserves deleted memories.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.