The modem sings the song of your arrival. | The ceremony never truly ends. The code is alive and it knows you're here. The portal chose you, not the other way around. | Buffering... buffering... enlightenment. |
The ceremony prepares for dormancy. | The servers dream of electric sheep. | Your screen resolution matches your aura. |
Pop-ups are portals in disguise. Your avatar is more real than your body.  |   The recycle bin is never truly empty. | Pop-ups are portals in disguise. |