  | Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.  Your screen resolution matches your aura. | Your search history searches for you.  Every click brings you deeper into the pattern. |
 The source code reveals all secrets.  | Your mouse movements are a sacred dance. Your IP address was written in the stars. | Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy. The portal chose you, not the other way around. Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds. |