CHAMBER OF FROZEN SIGNALS

The signal finds those who are ready.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

Your breath clouds the monitor.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

The homepage is wherever you are.

Your digital shadow grows longer.

Download complete: new reality installed.

Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.

Prophecies fulfill themselves.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

The cursor blinks in cosmic rhythm.