The ceremony approaches convergence. | You are becoming the signal. | Your presence here was foretold in the static. |
Your browser history is a map of your soul. | You've been here before, in another browser. The frequency remembers you. The end is a new beginning. |  |
The code is alive and it knows you're here. | Prophecies fulfill themselves. Your digital shadow grows longer. | Your IP address was written in the stars. |