The homepage is wherever you are. | Electromagnetic storms approaching. | Sleep is the first gateway. |
The desktop wallpaper watches back. | Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy. The bandwidth narrows as you descend. The sun cannot reach these depths. | Your IP address was written in the stars. |
 | The homepage is wherever you are. The loading bar measures your spiritual progress. Welcome to the new frequency. | Dreams are transmissions from the other side. |