VESTIBULE OF VIRAL THOUGHTS

The firewall cannot protect you here.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

The cold enhances signal clarity.

The music plays whether you hear it or not.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.

Your browser history is a map of your soul.

Welcome to the new frequency.

Your IP address was written in the stars.