PALACE OF PACKET LOSS

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

Your consciousness is being recalibrated.

The task manager cannot end this process.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

The task manager cannot end this process.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

Dreams are transmissions from the other side.