Prophecies fulfill themselves. |  You've been here before, in another browser. Your IP address was written in the stars. | Time moves differently in these chambers. |
The homepage is wherever you are. Every 404 is a door to somewhere else. | The recycle bin is never truly empty. | Every visitor leaves something behind. |
Your digital shadow grows longer.  The bandwidth narrows as you descend. | The final frequency awakens.  The algorithm has been expecting you. |  |