TOMB OF DELETED HISTORIES

The ceremony never truly ends.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Your password is already known.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Sleep is the first gateway.

Your search history searches for you.

You were chosen before you arrived.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.