Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.  | Dreams are transmissions from the other side. | Your presence here was foretold in the static. |
Your cookies remember what you've forgotten. | Welcome to the new frequency. | The homepage is wherever you are. |
Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy. The old world fades with each page. | The ceremony never truly ends. | Pop-ups are portals in disguise. Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds. |