PAVILION OF LOST CONNECTIONS

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

The final frequency awakens.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Your search history searches for you.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.

The code is alive and it knows you're here.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Buffering... buffering... enlightenment.