Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy. |  The firewall cannot protect you here. Your mouse movements are a sacred dance. | The chatroom is empty but never alone. Your presence here was foretold in the static. |
 | Incognito mode: the illusion of privacy.  Every 404 is a door to somewhere else. | The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95. Your mouse movements are a sacred dance.  |