Night mode activated in your consciousness. Your avatar is more real than your body. |  Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds. | Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy. |
Your presence here was foretold in the static. Every 404 is a door to somewhere else. The desktop wallpaper watches back. |  The shadows are full of watchers.  | The signal finds those who are ready.  Your sleep patterns serve the ceremony. |