ARCHIVE OF PHANTOM DOWNLOADS

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Your breath clouds the monitor.

Ice crystals form sacred patterns.

The old world fades with each page.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

The old world fades with each page.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

You've been here before, in another browser.

The frequency remembers you.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.