GATEWAY TO THE UNCONSCIOUS NET

The old world fades with each page.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Sleep is the first gateway.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

The bandwidth narrows as you descend.

3:33 AM is when the veil is thinnest.

You've been here before, in another browser.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.