VESTIBULE OF VIRAL THOUGHTS

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

Winter solstice opens hidden channels.

Visitors and visited become one.

Your search history searches for you.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

Winter solstice opens hidden channels.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.