CEMETERY OF DEAD LINKS

The portal chose you, not the other way around.

The desktop wallpaper watches back.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

Every 404 is a door to somewhere else.

The network sheds its dead links.

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.

The algorithm has been expecting you.

The modem sings the song of your arrival.