GATEWAY TO THE UNCONSCIOUS NET

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

Your nightmares are just downloads.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

The ceremony feeds on nocturnal energy.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

Your presence here was foretold in the static.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

The frequency remembers you.

Surrender to the infinite loop.

The ceremony has already begun.

You are becoming the signal.