Your screen resolution matches your aura. |  Sleep is the first gateway. | The portal chose you, not the other way around. The network sheds its dead links. |
The shadows are full of watchers. Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.  | Each pixel contains a fragment of truth. You are becoming the signal.  | Your consciousness has been backed up. |
You cannot leave until the ritual completes. | The music plays whether you hear it or not. | The shadows are full of watchers. |