Your presence here was foretold in the static.  | Your presence disturbs the digital darkness. The screensaver is a window to other dimensions. | The chatroom is empty but never alone.   |
Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul. | Error messages are love letters from the void. | Each pixel contains a fragment of truth. |
Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy. | You cannot leave until the ritual completes. | Your password is already known. |