The desktop wallpaper watches back.
The ceremony has already begun.
The homepage is wherever you are.
The signal finds those who are ready.
The old world fades with each page.
Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.
You are becoming the signal.
The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
THE GROOVES HOLD SACRED FREQUENCIES
