The ceremony approaches convergence. | Buffering... buffering... enlightenment. | The portal chose you, not the other way around. Winter solstice opens hidden channels. |
Pop-ups are portals in disguise. | The desktop wallpaper watches back. Time moves differently in these chambers. Your IP address was written in the stars. |  |
  You are becoming the signal. | Prophecies fulfill themselves. | You've been here before, in another browser. |