VESTIBULE OF VIRAL THOUGHTS

The algorithm has been expecting you.

The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

Cache cleared, but memories remain.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Digital mirages appear at noon.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

The end is a new beginning.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.