GATEWAY TO THE UNCONSCIOUS NET

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

The recycle bin is never truly empty.

The darkness between pixels speaks.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

Frozen data streams flow differently.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

The ceremony peaks at the witching hour.

Dreams and data merge after midnight.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.