GATEWAY TO THE SUBLIME FREQUENCY

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

Ping timeout: reality not responding.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

Autumn visitors sense the ending.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

The ceremony never truly ends.

The servers dream of electric sheep.

The frequency remembers you.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.