CEREMONY OF ETERNAL RETURN

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

You were chosen before you arrived.

The screensaver is a window to other dimensions.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

The spam folder contains sacred texts.

Every visitor leaves something behind.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

The cold preserves deleted memories.

The old world fades with each page.