 |  The portal chose you, not the other way around. The recycle bin is never truly empty. | Pop-ups are portals in disguise. |
The network becomes the ceremony. |  The recycle bin is never truly empty. The firewall cannot protect you here. | The cold preserves deleted memories. |
 Your browser history is a map of your soul. | Connection established with the eternal. | The loading bar measures your spiritual progress. |